The exquisite purgatory, where women delight to send us by their coquetry, is a base happiness to which I will not submit: to me, love is either heaven or hell.

If it is hell, I will have none of it.

I feel an affinity with the azure skies of Paradise within my soul.

I can give myself without reserve, without secrets, doubts or deceptions, in the life to come; and I demand reciprocity.

Perhaps I offend you by these doubts.