The logic of the heart is absurd

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

You soothe my soul. You fill it with so tender a sentiment that it is sweet to live during the time that I see you.

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

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