Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings. – Gustave Flaubert (1821–1880), letter to Louise Colet, 1846 October 7th, tr

Have we not come to such an impasse in the modern world that we must love our enemies – or else? The chain reaction of evil – hate begetting hate, wars producing more wars – must be broken, or else we shall be plunged into the dark abyss of annihilation. – Martin Luther King, Jr.