But the fact was that intense weariness had come upon him, the appeal that he had made, the tears that he had shed had left him utterly exhausted.

By and by, however, he would be brave and would say what he had resolved to say.
"People do not understand me, do not understand me!" resumed Leo XIII with an air of impatient irritation.

"It is incredible what trouble I have to make myself understood, in France especially! Take the temporal power for instance; how can you have fancied that the Holy See would ever enter into any compromise on that question?
Such language is unworthy of a priest, it is the chimerical dream of one who is ignorant of the conditions in which the papacy has hitherto lived and in which it must still live if it does not desire to disappear.

Cannot you see the sophistry of your argument that the Church becomes the loftier the more it frees itself from the cares of terrestrial sovereignty?
A purely spiritual royalty, a sway of charity and love, indeed, 'tis a fine imaginative idea! But who will ensure us respect?
Who will grant us the alms of a stone on which to rest our head if we are ever driven forth and forced to roam the highways?
Who will guarantee our independence when we are at the mercy of every state ?...

No, no! this soil of Rome is ours, we have inherited it from the long line of our ancestors, and it is the indestructible, eternal soil on which the Church is built, so that any relinquishment would mean the downfall of the Holy Catholic Apostolic and Roman Church.