Page 2318 - les-miserables

That dark little chamber has all heaven for its ceiling. When
two mouths, rendered sacred by love, approach to create, it
is impossible that there should not be, above that ineffable
kiss, a quivering throughout the immense mystery of stars.
These felicities are the true ones. There is no joy outside
of these joys. Love is the only ecstasy. All the rest weeps.
To love, or to have loved,—this suffices. Demand noth-
ing more. There is no other pearl to be found in the shadowy
folds of life. To love is a fulfilment.

2318 Les Miserables