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

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

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

I love you as one should, to excess. With folly, delight and despair.

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.

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

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