Farther on, in another place, she wrote: “Do not consider my words as the sickly ecstasies of a diseased mind, but you are, in my opinion⁠—perfection! I have seen you⁠—I see you every day. I do not judge you; I have not weighed you in the scales of Reason and found you Perfection⁠—it is simply an article of faith. But I must confess one sin against you⁠—I love you. One should not love perfection. One should only look on it as perfection⁠—yet I am in love with you. Though love equalizes, do not fear. I have not lowered you to my level, even in my most secret thoughts. I have written ‘Do not fear,’ as if you could fear. I would kiss your footprints if I could; but, oh! I am not putting myself on a level with you!⁠—Look at the signature⁠—quick, look at the signature!”