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

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

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

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.

The logic of the heart is absurd

If you can attain repose and calm, believe that you have seized happiness.