Letter

 1 XXI    |       What is art without the hearts and minds on which one pours
 2 XXVI   |       these dead souls in our hearts. Each one of us carries
 3 XXVII  |  lovely country, affectionate hearts and your beautiful and frank
 4 XLV    |   there are even people whose hearts grow bigger with age. I
 5 LXIV   |    life and I never blame the hearts that I know.—I wish that,
 6 CVII   |       to be produced in their hearts. And then, how could reason
 7 CLXIX  |      had one of the tenderest hearts, and a sincere good will.
 8 CLXXXIV|      is under your nose, with hearts which love you!~I embrace
 9 CLXXXV | regret Badinguet and in their hearts recall the Prussians. The
10 CCXCIV |       who love you, and whose hearts are saddened and torn by
11 CCCXVI |        in several centuries,— hearts like ours will palpitate