The love letters of Abelard and Heloise

I hope you will be willing, when you have finished this mortal life, to be buried near me.

'Tis a thousand times more easy to renounce the world than love. I hate this deceitful, faithless world; I think no more of it; but my wandering heart still eternally seeks you, and is filled with anguish at having lost you, in spite of all the powers of my reason.

A love so like to hatred should provoke the utmost contempt and anger.