I love you so passionately, that I hide a great part of my love, so as not to oppress you with it.
Marie de Rabutin-Chantal, marquise de Sevignethe days, and the months, and the years, pass so swiftly, that I can no longer retain them. Time, in its flight, hurries me away, in spite of myself; in vain I endeavor to stop him, he drags me along: the thought of this alarms me.
Marie de Rabutin-Chantal, marquise de SevigneI know of no sorrow greater than that occasioned by a delay of the post.
Marie de Rabutin-Chantal, marquise de Sevigne