But my mind is made up, I shall go; yet as I value the holy Father's good opinion and yours, I beg you to do me the favor to listen to me.

I have passed my sixty-second birthday, and an old horse or an old servant stands a long time in the market-place before any one will buy them.

There might probably be a place in Brussels for a Catholic steward, who understands his business, but this old heart longs to return to Naples--ardently, ardently, unutterably.

You have seen our blue sea and our sky, young sir, and I yearn for them, but even more for other, smaller things.

It now seems a joy that I can speak in my native language to you, Herr Wilhelm, and you, holy Father.