If I cannot move heaven, I will raise hell.
Easy is the descent to hell; all night long, all day, the doors of dark Hades stand open; but to retrace the path; to come out again to the sweet air of Heaven - there is the task, there is the burden.
Perhaps even these things, one day, will be pleasing to remember.
Is it then so sad a thing to die?
Fate will find a way.
Time meanwhile is flying, flying beyond recall.