We are rolling stones gathering no moss.
There's no use for anyone to run after us; but we may roll anyone's way.
I say this, penetrated by your affectionate feeling for us.

May God bless you and keep you, my dear friend.
As for me, I have been nearly as ill as possible--that's the truth--suffering so much that the idea of the evil's recurrence makes me feel nervous.

All the Italians who came near me gave me up as a lost life; but God would not have it so this time, and my old vitality proved itself strong still.

At present I am remarkably well; I had a return of threatening symptoms a fortnight ago, but they passed.

I think I had been talking too much.