Nothing is stronger or better founded than the sentiments for which we can give no reason.
I love you as one should, to excess. With folly, delight and despair.
Oh, my dear, my tragedy is that you don't need to be loved as I know how to love.
Ah! mon Dieu! how the mind shrinks by loving! it is true that the soul does not, but what can one do with a soul? 
If you can attain repose and calm, believe that you have seized happiness. 