I would not be cured if the price of the cure was that I must leave the island and give up my work I am perfectly resigned to my lot. Do not feel sorry for me.

I make myself a leper with the lepers to gain all to Jesus Christ.

I feel no disgust when I hear the confessions of those near their end, whose wounds are full of maggots...This may give you some idea of my daily work. Picture to yourself a collection of huts with 800 Lepers. No doctor in fact, as there is no cure, there seems no place for a doctor's skill.

Without the Blessed Sacrament a position like mine would be intolerable.

Turn all your thoughts and aspirations to heaven. Work hard to secure for yourself a place there for ever.

The Eucharist is the bread that gives strength... It is at once the most eloquent proof of His love and the most powerful means of fostering His love in us. He gives Himself every day so that our hearts as burning coals may set afire the hearts of the faithful.