"I did not enter into religion to build walls," protested an English provincial when the brethren pressed for a larger house; and Albert of Pisa ordered a stone cloister which the burgesses of Southampton had built for them to be razed to the ground.

"You need no little mountains to lift your heads to heaven," was his scornful reply to a claim for pillows.

None but the sick went shod.

An Oxford Friar found a pair of shoes one morning, and wore them at matins.

At night he dreamed that robbers leapt on him in a dangerous pass between Gloucester and Oxford with, shouts of "Kill, kill!" "I am a friar," shrieked the terror-stricken brother.