I even bless the torture which her prudery, her alternate coldness and friendliness cause me, as it comes from her, from the highest bliss of feeling.

This passion has swept through my soul, as if uniting in itself all my youthful loves, till, like a torrent, ever renewing itself, ever moving onward, it has become the highway of my future.

Upon this stream floats the bark laden with all my happiness, fame, and poetry.

The palaces which my fancy creates rise upon its shore.

Every zephyr, however slight, makes me tremble.