nothing is stronger or better founded than the sentiments for which we can give no reason.

nothing is stronger or better founded than the sentiments for which we can give no reason.

Oh, my dear, my tragedy is that you don't need to be loved as I know how to love.

Ah! mon Dieu! how the mind shrinks by loving! it is true that the soul does not, but what can one do with a soul?

Calumny spreads like an oil-spot: we endeavor to cleanse it, but the mark remains.

I do not comprehend those rules of conduct that make us so content with self and so cold to those we love. I detest prudence, I even hate (suffer me to say so) those duties of friendship which substitute propriety for interest, and circumspection for feeling. How shall I say it? I love the abandonment to impulse, I act from impulse only, and I love to madness that others do the same by me.

The logic of the heart is absurd