When I see the cadets I would gladly exchange with some of them, giving them my crozier and cross.

And possibly I might have done better than any of them! Ah! if only the great times of the reconquest could return when the prelates went out to fight the Moors! What a great Archbishop of Toledo I should have been!" And Don Sebastian drew up his fat old body, and proudly stretched out his arms with all the remains of his former strength.
"You have always been a strong man," said the gardener's widow.

"I say very often to some of the priests who speak of you and criticise you: 'You must not trifle with His Eminence, he is quite capable of going one day into the choir--some he likes and some he does not--and driving you all out at one fell swoop.'" "I have more than once been tempted to do so," said the prelate firmly, his eyes flashing with energy, "but I have been prevented by the thought of my charge and my character as a peaceful priest.

I am the shepherd of a Catholic flock, not a wolf who tears the sheep in his fierceness.

But sometimes I can bear no more, and God forgive me! I have often been tempted to raise the shepherd's crook and chastise with blows that rebel flock who harbour in the Cathedral." The prelate became excited, speaking of his quarrels with the Chapter; the placidity of mind produced by the quiet of the garden disappeared as he thought of his hostile subordinates.