The terrible spectacle of created things developed tenderness in him; he was occupied only in finding for himself, and in inspiring others with the best way to compassionate and relieve.

That which exists was for this good and rare priest a permanent subject of sadness which sought consolation.
There are men who toil at extracting gold; he toiled at the extraction of pity.

Universal misery was his mine.

The sadness which reigned everywhere was but an excuse for unfailing kindness.

Love each other; he declared this to be complete, desired nothing further, and that was the whole of his doctrine.