none but the unhappy are worthy of friends; if your soul had never suffered never could you have entered mine.

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?

You soothe my soul. You fill it with so tender a sentiment that it is sweet to live during the time that I see you.

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

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

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