We never love a person, but only qualities.

The only shame is to have none.

We conceal it from ourselves in vain-- we must always love something. In those matters seemingly removed from love, the feeling is secretly to be found, and man cannot possibly live for a moment without it.

The heart has its reasons which the mind cannot comprehend.

We know the truth, not only by the reason, but also by the heart.

When we see a natural style, we are astonished and charmed; for we expected to see an author, and we find a person.