I serve for the love of God and in Him have all my hope.
Art lives on constraint and dies of freedom.
Let it be enough for you to have bread and live virtuously and poorly like Christ, as I do here. I live meanly and don't bother about life or honor ... and I live with the greatest toil and a thousand worries. It is now about 15 years since I had a happy hour.
Read the heart and not the letter for the pen cannot draw near the good intent.
The hand that follows intellect can achieve.
I give my soul to God, my body to the earth, and my worldly possessions to my nearest of kin, charging them to remember the sufferings of Jesus Christ.