Though the glimpse I had of you was all too rapid, it has sufficed to modify my opinion of your conduct.

You are a poet and a poem, even more than you are a woman.

Yes, there is in you something more precious than beauty; you are the beautiful Ideal of art, of fancy.

The step you took, blamable as it would be in an ordinary young girl, allotted to an every-day destiny, has another aspect if endowed with the nature which I now attribute to you.

Among the crowd of beings flung by fate into the social life of this planet to make up a generation there are exceptional souls.