« The perfume of the soul is memory. It is the most delicate, the sweetest part of the heart, which detaches itself to embrace another heart and follow it everywhere. The affection of an absent one is nothing more than a perfume. But how sweet and sweet it is, how it brings to the dejected and sick spirit, beneficial images and dear hopes. Do not fear, O you who have left this fragrant trace on my path, never fear that I will let it be lost. I will hold it in my silent heart, like a subtle essence in a sealed bottle. No one will breathe it but me, and I will bring it to my lips in my days of distress, to draw from it consolation and strength, dreams of the past, oblivion of the present. »(George Sand)