Can it be that I have not lived as one ought?" suddenly came into his head. "But how not so, when I've done everything as it should be done?
Leo TolstoyIn spite of death, he felt the need of life and love. He felt that love saved him from despair, and that this love, under the menace of despair, had become still stronger and purer. The one mystery of death, still unsolved, had scarcely passed before his eyes, when another mystery had arisen, as insoluble, urging him to love and to life.
Leo Tolstoy