The logic of the heart is absurd

The logic of the heart is absurd

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

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?

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

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

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