In this they resemble the rest of the world.

But he loved for the sake of loving.

No amount of suffering was sufficient to discourage him.

He could enter upon a new phase, that of woe; but the phase of coldness he could never arrive at.
It would have been indeed a phase of physical agony--for his love was his life--and delicious or bitter, he had not the power of withdrawing himself a single moment from its domination." [Footnote: LUCRESIA FLORIANA] Madame Sand never ceased to be for Chopin that being of magic spells who had snatched him from the valley of the shadow of death, whose power had changed his physical agony into the delicious languor of love.

To save him from death, to bring him back to life, she struggled courageously with his disease.