“A joyful, unexpected frenzy, of which Pierre had believed himself incapable, seized upon him. The whole meaning of life not for him only but for all the world seemed to him centered in his love and the possibility of her loving him. Sometimes all men seemed to him to be absorbed in nothing else than his future happiness. It seemed to him sometimes that they were all rejoicing as he was himself, and were only trying to conceal that joy, by pretending to be occupied with other interests. In every word and gesture he saw an allusion to happiness. He often surprised people by his significant and blissful look and smiles that seemed to express some secret understanding with them. But when he realized that people could not know of his happiness, he pitied them from the bottom of his heart and felt on impulse to try to make them somehow understand that all the they were interested in was utter nonsense and trifles not deserving attention.”

Just as a love that is dead cannot be resurrected, so a new love cannot be suppressed. It fills every cell of your being and every atom in the universe - you see it in all living things. You smell it in the air and hear it in every song. Your love is involved in all and every one of your thoughts and your whole life seems to be taken over by one idea. It is hard to imagine that the whole world is not overcome by this astounding sensation of happiness and absolute aliveness. Above all you want to share this sensation with every living thing. It is sad when a new love must be hidden, it is like a kiss and a sneeze, very hard to hide away. I believe it is written on our very being, and it should be expressed as loudly, as graciously and as visibly as our circumstances allow.