In A Political Context Of The Utmost

The Devils Enter Uninvited When The House Stands Empty. For Other Kinds Of Guests, You Have To First Open The Door.

I Have Only My Own Burden To Bear.

You Dare Your Yes - And Experience A Meaning...you Repeat Your Yes - And All Things Acquire A Meaning...when Everything Has A Meaning, How Can You Live Anything But A Yes.

For The Sacrificed, In The Hour Of Sacrifice, Only One Thing Counts: Faith-alone Among Enemies And Skeptics. Faith, In Spite Of The Humiliation Which Is Both The Necessary Precondition And The Consequence Of Faith, Faith Without Any Hope Of Compensation Other Than He Can Find In A Faith Which Reality Seems So Thoroughly To Refute.

Beneath The Hush A Whisper From Long Ago, Promising Peace Of Mind And A Burden Shared. No Peace Which Is Not Peace For All, No Rest Until All Has Been Fulfilled.