Our tastes were not the same, and we constantly disputed.

Both opinionated, we never could agree about anything.

Nevertheless we could not separate; and, notwithstanding our reciprocal and incessant contradiction, we neither of us wished the other to be different from what he was.
Ignacio Emanuel de Altuna was one of those rare beings whom only Spain produces, and of whom she produces too few for her glory.

He had not the violent national passions common in his own country.

The idea of vengeance could no more enter his head, than the desire of it could proceed from his heart.