As long as there is one heart on Earth where I still live, my memory will not die.

I want to understand you, I study your obscure language.

But even friendship like our heroes' Exist no more; for we've outgrown All sentiments and deem men zeroes-- Except of course ourselves alone. We all take on Napoleon's features, And millions of our fellow creatures Are nothing more to us than tools... Since feelings are for freaks and fools. Eugene, of course, had keen perceptions And on the whole despised mankind, Yet wasn't, like so many, blind; And since each rule permits exceptions, He did respect a noble few, And, cold himself, gave warmth its due.

Thus people--so it seems to me-- Become good friends from sheer ennui.

Try to be forgotten. Go live in the country. Stay in mourning for two years, then remarry, but choose somebody decent.

My whole life has been pledged to this meeting with you.

I am married and happy. My only wish is that nothing will change.