As in all great cataclysmic events, men are forced to show their true colours. Some will achieve the status of legend for their courage, brilliance and dedication; some will possess all the same qualities unacknowledged; others will be plodders doing their best; and there will be those who will be what they have always been -- sewer rats.

It is true, Monsieur, that when you die, the ones who love you come for you ... I have seen it.

Once the spark of true love has been ignited, it cannot be quenched. It is there forever.

She did not realise that there could be a joy - a spiritual ecstasy- in the touch of a certain man, or that she would long for his touch with all her being

What takes more courage. To live ... or to die?

And what she does not know, what nobody else knows but you, is that I have a special place where I go to be with her; my first, my only love.

I could not give her my heart, because it already belonged to another; for I have only loved once.

One day you will meet someone who will show you what you are made of. I only hope it is someone not forbidden to you ...

Like a brilliant shooting star, she had almost reached her zenith when her light was extinguished.

She was destroyed many years ago, La Belle, on the cobblestones of the alley beside the opera house ...