What is delayed is not lost.

I love you because I love you, because it would be impossible not to love you. I love you without question, without calculation, without reason good or bad, faithfully, with all my heart and soul, and every faculty.

You are not only the solar spectrum with the seven luminous colours, but the sun himself, that illumines, warms, and revivifies! This is what you are, and I am the lowly woman that adores you.

Genius does not only pertain to the brain, it belongs above all to the heart.

When I am dead, I am certain that the imprint of my love will be found on my heart. It is impossible to worship as I do without leaving some visible trace behind when life is over.

The abuse of love, like the abuse of health, brings suffering and death in its train.

I could dispense with life sooner than with your love.