This revery sometimes caused him to utter odd sayings.

One morning he was in his garden, and thought himself alone, but his sister was walking behind him, unseen by him: suddenly he paused and gazed at something on the ground; it was a large, black, hairy, frightful spider.

His sister heard him say:-- "Poor beast! It is not its fault!" Why not mention these almost divinely childish sayings of kindness?
Puerile they may be; but these sublime puerilities were peculiar to Saint Francis d'Assisi and of Marcus Aurelius.

One day he sprained his ankle in his effort to avoid stepping on an ant.

Thus lived this just man.