The logic of the heart is absurd

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

Oh! how many times we die before death!

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

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

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.