Love is the most terrible, and also the most generous of the passions; it is the only one which includes in its dreams the happiness of someone else.
Meanwhile the fact that the connection with the activity of memory in ordinary life is for the moment lost is of less importance than the reverse, namely, that this connection with the complications and fluctuations of life is necessarily still a too close one.
Repaying the debt of these ultimate sacrifices seems nearly impossible but we must try.

