You understand me ill, and you do me injustice.

I desire nothing, and I hope for nothing, but an easy death.

Nothing is more ridiculous than an old man's avarice; though nothing is more common.

It is like a voyager wishing to heap up provisions for his voyage when he sees himself approaching the end of it.

The holy father has written me a most obliging letter: is not that sufficient for me?
I have not a doubt of his good-will towards me, but he is encompassed by people who thwart his intentions.