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

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

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

The logic of the heart is absurd

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