The temples of those who deny the Real Presence are like corpses. The Lord was taken away and we do not know where they have laid Him.

It seems that, after nineteen centuries of extraordinary glorification, the small Host for which so many cathedrals have sprung up, the small Host that has rested in millions of breasts and that has found a tabernacle and worshippers even in the desert - it seems that the triumphant Host of Lourdes and the Eucharistic Congresses of Chicago and Carthage remains as unknown, as secret as when it appeared for the first time in a room in Jerusalem. Light is in the world as in the days of St. John the Baptist, and the world does not know it

I love Germany so much I'm glad there are two of them.

The arrogance of poets is only a defense; doubt gnaws the greatest among them; they need our testimony to escape despair.

What I fear is not being forgotten after my death, but, rather, not being enough forgotten. As we were saying, it is not our books that survive, but our poor lives that linger in the histories.

We know well only what we are deprived of.

The temples of those who deny the Real Presence are like corpses. The Lord was taken away and we do not know where they have laid Him.