Passions Are Merely Ideas In Their Initial

Love, Like Fire, Goes Out Without Fuel.

When We Retire From The Conventions Of Society And Draw Close To Nature, We Involuntarily Become Children: Each Attribute Acquired By Experience Falls Away From The Soul, Which Becomes Anew Such As It Was Once And Will Surely Be Again.

I Want To Reconcile Myself With Heaven, I Want To Love, I Want To Pray, I Want To Believe In Good.

We Almost Always Forgive Those We Understand.

I Was Ready To Love The Whole World, But No One Understood Me, And I Learned To Hate.