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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh! how many times we die before death!