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.

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

I love the abandonment to impulse, I act from impulse only, and I love to madness that others do the same by me.

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

I read what I feel, and not what I see.

If you can attain repose and calm, believe that you have seized happiness.