There is no love without hatred, just as there is no white without black! If you want love, you must hate.
The evening was quiet and bright. A long strip of sea blackened on the horizon, and on its shore the rocks burned in the reddish light, and on one of the rocks the white walls of the second battery and the entire fortification glistened. I admired my seven-year prison.
—Taras Shevchenko