I've been dipping into A Collection of the Worlds Greatest Letters by Michelle Lovric. Here is a small sample of opening lines from some truly magnificent love letters. So you thought that I did not love you for yourself! For what, then? Oh Madame, did you really think this? Could such an unworthy feeling have been conceived by such a pure spirit? Napoleon Bonapart to Josephine, 1796. I tremble for what we are doing. Lady Mary Pierrepont, 1712. My pen is stealing into verse every time I kiss your letter. John Dryden, 1653. I have made it my honour and my religion to love you desperately. Marianna Alcoforado - Portugese nun seduced by the Count of St. Leger. I love you because i live. Nonore-Ganriel Riquetti, 1777. You are always new. John Keats, 1820. Excuse my scrawlings .... when I am writing to a woman I love , I very often become become illegible. Honore de Balzac, 1833. God in heaven! how am I to tell you that I am intoxicated with the faintest odour of you, that, had I possessed you a thousand times, you would see me still more intoxicated, because there would be hope and memory where there is as yet only hope. Honore de Balzac, 1834. My longing for you is such that it presses on my breast like tears that cannot be wept. Franz Kafka, 1913. You are the most beautiful girl that has ever lived, and it is worth dying to have kissed you. Dylan Thomas, 1945. I met James Butler Hickock, 'Wild Bill', in 1870 near Abeline, Kansas. I heard a bunch of outlaws planning to kill him. I couldn't get to where my horse was so I crawled on my hands and knees through the brush past the outlaws for over a mile and reached the old shack where he was staying that night. I told him and he hid me back of the door while he shot it out with them. They hit him, cutting open the top of his head and then they heard him fall and lit matches to see if he was dead. Bill killed them all. I'll never forget what he looked like with blood running down his face while he used two guns. He never aimed and I guess he was never known to have missed anyone he aimed at, I mean wanted to kill, and he only shot in self defence. Then he was quite sure. I nursed him several days and then while on a trip to Abeline we met Rev. Sipes and Rev. Warren and we were married. .There will be lots of fools doubt that but I will leave you plenty of proof that we were. You were not a woods colt, Janey. Calamity Jane [Martha Jane Burke] to her daughter on her love for her and Wild Bill, 1880. So: 1. Have you ever recieved or written anything that could compare with those? OR 2. Could you copy/paste and write a short reply to any of them?