human
How beautiful are the feet of those who come from the mountains!
gpt
The granite earth on which he walked, refused to carry him, tearing his naked feet, and no one, says the complaint,
human
I would be in some solitary place where I should hear only songs; where every day, my mother, I should hear only the praises of God.
gpt
Thou wouldst be a cleric, my son, to be later a priest! God be praised! How sweet it would be to me to hear you say mass!
human
It is not, my mother, to be a priest; the priest's state is a great responsibility, and it frightens my weak spirit; besides the charge of my own soul I should have the charge of other souls; but I would like far better to live my life in the depths of the forest with the monks, and to be instructed how to serve God by those who serve him.