But Life Is A Battle:

I Have Not Broken Your Heart - You Have Broken It; And In Breaking It, You Have Broken Mine.

...it Strikes Me With Terror And Anguish To Feel I Absolutely Must Be Torn From You For Ever. I See The Necessity Of Departure; And It Is Like Looking On The Necessity Of Death.

Men, In General, Are A Sort Of Scum, Very Different To Anything Of Which You Have An Idea.

He Is Not To Them What He Is To Me.

Gentle Reader, May You Never Feel What I Then Felt! May Your Eyes Never Shed Such Stormy, Scalding, Heart-wrung Tears As Poured From Mine. May You Never Appeal To Heaven In Prayers So Hopeless And So Agised As In That Hour Left My Lips: For Never May You, Like Me, Dread To Be The Instrument Of Evil To What You Wholly Love.