René Magritte, 1928, Lovers

‘Love? What is love?’ he thought.

‘Love hinders death. Love is life. All, everything that I understand, I understand only because I love. Everything is, everything exists, only because I love. Everything is united by it alone. Love is God, and to die means that I, a particle of love, shall return to the general and eternal source’.

- Tolstoy, War and Peace