" Can there be a sweeter pleasure than to be at peace with oneself, to enjoy days of unbroken calm, to fall asleep without anxiety and to wake without remorse? What you call happiness is but a tumult of the senses, a tempestuous sea of passions, a fearful spectacle even when it is viewed from the shore. So how can I confront these storms? How dare I embark upon a sea covered in the debris of thousands upon thousands of shipwrecks? And with whom? "

― Pierre Choderlos de Laclos , Les Liaisons dangereuses