I grieve for you, how I mourn for you, who are so very dear to me, but again I can rejoice within my heart, not for nothing have I labored, neither has my exile been in vain.

If I be worthy, I live for my God to teach the heathen, even though they may despise me.

If I have any worth, it is to live my life for God.

He who believes shall be saved, but he who does not believe shall be damned. God has spoken.

May the strength of God pilot us, may the wisdom of God instruct us, may the hand of God protect us, may the word of God direct us. Be always ours this day and for evermore.

I prayed in the woods and on the mountain, even before dawn. I felt no hurt from the snow or ice or rain.

So I live among barbarous tribes, a stranger and exile for the love of God.