I received the letter of your Holiness, written with the pen of charity alone. For the tongue had dipped from the heart what it poured out upon the page of the paper. Now good and wise men were present when it was being read, whose inward parts were straightway moved to compunction. Each one began with the hand of love to snatch you into his own heart, because in that letter the sweetness of your mind was not to be heard but to be perceived. They were kindled, and each marveled, and the very fire of the hearers showed what the ardor of the speaker had been. For unless torches first burn in themselves, they do not kindle another. There, then, we saw with how great charity your mind has burned, which thus kindles others also.
But your life, which I myself always recall with great veneration, they did not at all know; yet the loftiness of your heart was laid open to them from the humility of your speech.