For death is life. It is only living that is lifeless.
I am clever enough to know that I am clever.
Why break the heart that never beat from love?
To live at all is miracle enough.
And there shall be a flame-green daybreak soon. And love itself will cry for insurrection! For tomorrow is also a day - and Titus has entered his stronghold.
In the presence of real tragedy you feel neither pain nor joy nor hatred, only a sense of enormous space and time suspended, the great doors open to black eternity, the rising across the terrible field of that last enormous, unanswerable question.