“what I feel with regard to our Mass, for instance, is the exact opposite of what you think you would be bound to feel. I feel at Mass as if I were breathing the kind of air you breathe on the mountains in spring, or in a wood, or in the fields at dawn on a spring day; something where the freshness is fresh beyond all sweetness: it is more than sweetness, it is simply fresh--unspeakably fresh . . . that is all, and that is enough. . . .”