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

Oh! how many times we die before death!

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.

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

You know that when I hate you, it is because I love you to a point of passion that unhinges my soul.

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.