If we really want to love, if we really want to live, we must love until it hurts. . . No Rotarian whose motto is Service Above Self, I think, should call himself a Rotarian if he does not make time to serve. . . If we love, we begin to serve
Marius and Cosette were in the dark in regard to each other. They did not speak, they did not bow, they were not acquainted; they saw each other; and, like the stars in the sky separated by millions of leagues, they lived by gazing upon each other.