"You, perhaps, would think it the highest felicity to die among
the brethren. In fact not only you but almost everyone is
deceived and imposed upon by this notion that Christ and true
piety are to be found in certain places, in dress, in food, in
prescribed ceremonies. We fancy a man is ruined, if he put on
a black gown instead of a white one, if he change a cowl for a
hat, if he from time to time change his residence. But I dare
say the opposite, that great injury to Christian piety has come
from those so-called 'religious' acts, although they were,
perhaps, first introduced with a pious purpose. Gradually they
have increased and broken up into six thousand diversities. The
approval of the supreme pontiffs has been given to them, but in
many ways quite too easily and indulgently; for what is more
corrupt and impious than those loose religious practices? Why,
if you speak only of praiseworthy, even of the most praiseworthy
ones, I know not what image of Christ you will find in them
beyond certain chilling and Judaising ceremonies. By these
things they please themselves and condemn others,--although it
is the teaching of Christ that all the world is as one great
house, or as it were one monastery, and all men are its canons
and its brethren; that the sacrament of baptism is the supreme
act of religion and that we are to consider, not _where_ we
live, but _how_ we live."
He justifies his wandering life by the good character he has
everywhere maintained.
"If I am not approved by everyone--a thing I do not strive
for--surely I am in good standing with the chief men at Rome.
There was not a cardinal who did not receive me as a brother,
though I had no such ambition for myself, especially the
cardinal of St. George, the cardinal of Bologna, cardinal
Grimani, the cardinal of Fornovo [?], and he who is now supreme
pontiff, to say nothing of archdeacons and men of learning; and
this honour was paid, not to wealth, which I neither have nor
desire, nor to ambition, to which I was ever a stranger, but to
letters alone, which our countrymen laugh at, but the Italians
worship.
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