Weโll go where the air is pure, where all sounds are soothing, where, no matter how proud one may be, one feels humble and finds oneself small- in short, weโll go to the sea. I love the sea as one loves a mistress and I long for her when I havenโt seen her for some time
Alexandre DumasPure love and suspicion cannot dwell together: at the door where the latter enters, the former makes its exit.
Alexandre Dumas