Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears. Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. I have great faith in fools; self-confidence my friends call it. The death of a beautiful woman, is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world. We loved with a love that was more than love.