"It did not pass quickley. For an hour the hail rained on the house, garden, hillside and the whole valley."
"That night was a sorrowful one: "All of our work for nothing!" "There's no-one who can help us!" "We'll all go hungry this year...." "
"He began to write a letter which he himself would carry to town and place in the mail. It was nothing less than a letter to God."
"He asked for money from his employee, he himself gave part of his salary, and several friends of his were obligated to give something "for an act of charity."
"God: of the money that I asked for, only 70 pesos reached me. Send me the rest, since I need it very much. But don't send it to me through the mail, because the post-office employees are a bunch of crooks. Lencho."