Once my heart was captured, reason was shown the door, deliberately and with a sort of frantic joy. I accepted everything, I believed everything, without struggle, without suffering, without regret, without false shame. How can one blush for what one adores?

I know that I have found fulfillment. I have an object in life, a task ... a passion.

He who draws noble delights from sentiments of poetry is a true poet, though he has never written a line in all his life.

It is sad, no doubt, to exhaust one's strength and one's days in cleaving the bosom of this jealous earth, which compels us to wring from it the treasures of its fertility, when a bit of the blackest and coarsest bread is, at the end of the day's work, the sole recompense and the sole profit attaching to so arduous a toil.

Humanity is outraged in me and with me. We must not dissimulate nor try to forget this indignation, which is one of the most passionate forms of love.

I'm not full of virtues and noble qualities. I love, but I love strongly, exclusive, stedfasty.

Weeds are omnipresent; errors are to be found in the heart of the most lovable.