Should I perchance still feel after my death, I would no longer have any doubt, but I would most certainly give the lie to anyone asserting before me that I was dead.
I have often met with happiness after some imprudent step which ought to have brought ruin upon me, and although passing a vote of censure upon myself I would thank God for his mercy.
From that moment our love became sad, and sadness is a disease which gives the death-blow to affection.
I know that I have lived because I have felt, and, feeling giving me the knowledge of my existence.
I have had friends who have acted kindly towards me, and it has been my good fortune to have it in my power to give them substantial proofs of my gratitude.
Give me a man who is man enough to give himself just to the woman who is worth him. If that woman were me,I would love him alone and forever