Once underway in his new assignment the holy priest was preaching sometimes ten, even twelve sermons a day. In this way, he would manage to deliver some ten thousand sermons in his apostolic career, an effort that would crush the stamina of giants. Yet this little man slept no more than two hours a day — usually much less, often satisfying himself with a short nap while sitting in a chair — and ate hardly more than a sparrow. After years of sustaining his grueling pace, the saint would explain, “I know God wants me to preach, because I feel as peaceful, rested, and energetic as if ’d done nothing at all. Our Lord has done it all. May He be blessed forever.”