“ I loved him as we always love for the first time, with idolatry and wild passion. ”
She blushed and so did he. She greeted him in a faltering voice, and he spoke to her without knowing what he was saying.
~ Voltaire
We never live, we are always in the expectation of living.
Let us work without reasoning,' said Martin; 'it is the only way to make life endurable.
Perfect is the enemy of good.
