Believe me there is no such thing as great suffering, great regret, 

great memory….everything is forgotten, even a great love. 

That’s what’s sad about life, and also what’s wonderful about it. 

There is only a way of looking at things, a way that comes to you every once in a while. That’s why it’s good to have had love in your life after all, 

to have had an unhappy passion- 

it gives you an alibi for the vague despairs we all suffer from.

Albert Camus, A Happy Death