I am only a poor peasant bishop." The fact is that he displeased them.

Among other strange things, it is said that he chanced to remark one evening, when he found himself at the house of one of his most notable colleagues: "What beautiful clocks! What beautiful carpets! What beautiful liveries! They must be a great trouble.

I would not have all those superfluities, crying incessantly in my ears: 'There are people who are hungry! There are people who are cold! There are poor people! There are poor people!'" Let us remark, by the way, that the hatred of luxury is not an intelligent hatred.

This hatred would involve the hatred of the arts.
Nevertheless, in churchmen, luxury is wrong, except in connection with representations and ceremonies.

It seems to reveal habits which have very little that is charitable about them.