St Francis Solano, when under the impetus of love, would move like the wind so that no one could keep pace with him. On Christmas, a friar caught sight of him rushing along carrying some gifts under his cloak and called after him: Where are you off to so fast, Friar Francis? To meet my Beloved! came the reply. The friar later discovered that his beloved was a toothless and bed-ridden old hag—one of the many sick and destitute whom the saint had taken under his care.
–Stephen Clissold, The Wisdom of the Spanish Mystics, 82.143
