And he beholds the moon; like a rounded fragment of ice filled with motionless light. - Gustave Flaubert

Stupidity lies in wanting to draw conclusions.

Before her marriage she had thought that she had love within her grasp; but since the happiness which she had expected this love to bring her hadn’t come, she supposed she must have been mistaken. And Emma tried to imagine just what was meant, in life, by the words “bliss,” “passion,” and “rapture” - words that had seemed so beautiful to her in books.

An infinity of passion can be contained in one minute, like a crowd in a small space.