God sees when we do not see, ja?

What miralces can there be when Germany has sold her soul?

The seasons sang to him – like ageless hymns with whisperings he could feel, but not fully understand.

He scowled at the typewriter, at the empty sheet of paper.

Men are so simple and stupid and ready to avoid conflict that the one who deceives will always find those who are ready to be deceived.

Elisa thought how empty the prayers sounded. The words rattled around in the ancient rafters and then returned to them like dead leaves falling from the trees. No life. No shade of hope. Only a cold wind that blew into their very souls.

Nobody liked Goring except Hitler and Goring.

Though the growing may be difficult, God will be glorified at the end of every righteous man’s story.

Hot tears rolled from Herschel’s eyes and he wiped them away, afraid that they would drip through the boards and onto his father’s unfeeling tormentors.

Tonight the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come marched in goose-step and raised a hand to salute “Heil Hitler!” Tonight the ghost wore a swastika on his armband instead of the simple red and white colors of Austria. And yet, on this silent night, the horrible specter seemed all but invisible in Vienna. Murphy could only wonder if he was the sole person at Sacher’s who could hear the anthem of Hitler’s hordes echoing distantly from beyond the mountains.