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

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.

You know that when I hate you, it is because I love you to a point of passion that unhinges my soul.

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

The logic of the heart is absurd

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.