But the furnaces hidden away behind that skull, beneath that cowl, have made it haggard with a fire not to be found in the serener features of the classic orators.

Savonarola was a visionary and a monk.

The discipline of the cloister left its trace upon him.

The wings of dreams have winnowed and withered that cheek as they passed over it.

The spirit of prayer quivers upon those eager lips.