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

Oh! how many times we die before death!

The logic of the heart is absurd

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.

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

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