This daily looking back on the only happy moments of my life does me an immense amount of good, and if you will find in reading it some excuse for the past.

I, for my part, find a continual solace in it.

I should like to leave you something which would always remind you of me, but everything here has been seized, and I have nothing of my own.
"Do you understand, my friend?
I am dying, and from my bed I can hear a man walking to and fro in the drawing-room; my creditors have put him there to see that nothing is taken away, and that nothing remains to me in case I do not die.

I hope they will wait till the end before they begin to sell.
"Oh, men have no pity! or rather, I am wrong, it is God who is just and inflexible! "And now, dear love, you will come to my sale, and you will buy something, for if I put aside the least thing for you, they might accuse you of embezzling seized goods.
"It is a sad life that I am leaving! "It would be good of God to let me see you again before I die.

According to all probability, good-bye, my friend.