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Elderly man with a white beard portrait.

I live as a son of the holy Roman Church in which I hope always to live and to die. Obtain for me from the Lord not to abuse, more than I have done, so many occasions for sanctifying myself. Regard me as a needy man whose faith is amid the obscure shadows of infidelity; his hope, amid frequent and protracted trials; his charity amid a thousand occasions of worldliness unavoidable by anyone who is not altogether blind.

-St Isaac Jogues