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

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

The logic of the heart is absurd

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

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?

Oh! you shall see how well I know how to love! I can only love; I know only how to love! With moderate faculties, we can yet do much when we center them on a single object.

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