« Since the dawn grows brighter, since the daybreak is here,
Hope—which had fled and stayed away so long—
Returns at last to me, who calls and implores it,
And this great joy finally floods my night;
Let words, anger, and irony be forgotten,
Clenched fists, hatred, and malicious intent…
Love triumphs at last over all the turmoil,
Guided by a loving gaze and friendly hands. »(Paul Verlaine)

« I often have this strange and penetrating dream
Of an unknown woman, whom I love, and who loves me
And who is, each time, neither quite the same
Nor quite another, and loves me and understands me. » (Paul Verlaine)