[On Napoleon:] One has the impression of an imperious wind blowing about one's ears when one is near that man.
Love is above the laws, above the opinion of men; it is the truth, the flame, the pure element, the primary idea of the moral world.
What is love, if it can calculate and provide against its own decay?
Love is admiring with the heart. And admiring is loving with the mind.
Exile: A tomb in which you can get mail.
The most beautiful landscapes in the world, if they evoke no memory, if they bear no trace of a remarkable event, are uninteresting compared to historic landscapes.