Staupitz, in his reply months later from his southern hideout, was
warm but guarded: «My love to you is unchanging, passing the love of women, always unbroken... But as I do not grasp all your ideas, I keep silence about them... It seems to me that you condemn many things which are
merely indifferent... but we owe much to you, Martin, for having led us back from the husks which the swine did eat to the pastures of life and the
words of salvation.»