My dear,
If the path be beautiful, let us not ask where it leads.
For what greater dread could there be but to know for certain? And to realize that it leads to our doom? And yet to also recognize that we shall walk the path nevertheless, for the beauty of it is too alluring.
Let us not ask where the path that be beautiful leads; we know, let us not be sure about it, for then we shall have no excuses for walking it.
Falsely yours,
Anatole France
