She was born without reason … to die; and she dies without reason…. - Maurice Maeterlinck

We can be born thus more than once; and each birth brings us a little nearer to our God.

Is it possible to find, in our human annals, words more majestic, more full of solemn anguish, more august in tone, more devout, more terrible? Where, from the depths of an agnosticism, which thousands of years have augmented, can we point to a wider horizon? At the very outset, it surpasses all that has been said, and goes farther than we shall even dare to go.

Il y a parfois du côté de l’ombre des vérités tout aussi intéressantes que du côté de la lumière.