I love you so passionately, that I hide a great part of my love, so as not to oppress you with it.

It is thus that we walk through the world like the blind, not knowing whither we are going, regarding as bad what is good, regarding as good what is bad, and ever in entire ignorance.

The heart has no wrinkles.

There is no one who does not represent a danger to someone.

There are twelve hours in the day, and above fifty in the night.

[After being corrected by a grammarian for using the feminine pronoun instead of the pseudogeneric masculine:] As you please, but for my part, if I were to express myself so, I should fancy I had a beard.

I know of no sorrow greater than that occasioned by a delay of the post.