She loved with so much passion as she loved with ignorance. She did not know whether it were good or evil, beneficent or dangerous, necessary or acci… - Victor Hugo

If you are stone, be magnetic; if a plant, be sensitive; but if you are human be love.

Before him he saw two roads, both equally straight; but he did see two; and that terrified him — he who had never in his life known anything but one straight line. And, bitter anguish, these two roads were contradictory.

Il dort. Quoique le sort fut pour lui bien étrange,
Il vivait. Il mourut quand il n’eut plus son ange.
La choise simplement d’elle-même arriva.
Comme la nuit se fait lorsque le jour s’en va.

He is asleep. Though his mettle was sorely tried,
He lived, and when he lost his angel, died.
It happened calmly, on its own.
The way night comes when day is done.