Men judge us by the success of our efforts. God looks at the efforts themselves.
All my heart is yours, sir: it belongs to you; and with you it would remain, were fate to exile the rest of me from your presence forever.
Beauty is in the eye of the gazer.
I can be on guard against my enemies, but God deliver me from my friends!
His mind was indeed my library, and whenever it was opened to me, I entered bliss.
I had not intended to love him; the reader knows I had wrought hard to extirpate from my soul the germs of love there detected; and now, at the first renewed view of him, they spontaneously revived, great and strong! He made me love him without looking at me.