„"Why do I love him so much, mamma? Why do I feel so sorry for him?" she went on in a quivering voice, and her eyes glistened with tears. "Who is he? What is he like? As light as a little feather, as a little crumb, but I love him; I love him like a real person. Here he can do nothing, he can't talk, and yet I know what he wants with his little eyes."“

—  Anton Pavlovitch Tchékhov, Ch. 6, pp. 216
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„If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than it was because he was he, and I was I.“

—  Michel De Montaigne, The Complete Essays
Variants: If a man urge me to tell wherefore I loved him, I feel it cannot be expressed but by answering: Because it was he, because it was myself. If a man should importune me to give a reason why I loved him, I find it could no otherwise be expressed, than by making answer: because it was he, because it was I. Book I, Ch. 28

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