It can't be that life is so senseless and horrible. But if it really has been so horrible and senseless, why must I die and die in agony? There is so… - Leo Tolstoy

The unhappiness of our life; patch up our false way of life as we will, propping it up by the aid of the sciences and arts - that life becomes feebler, sicklier, and more tormenting every year; every year the number of suicides and the avoidance of motherhood increases; every year the people of that class become feebler; every year we feel the increasing gloom of our lives. Evidently salvation is not to be found by increasing the comforts and pleasures of life, medical treatments, artificial teeth and hair, breathing exercises, massage, and so forth;...It is impossible to remedy this by any amusements, comforts, or powders - it can only be remedied by a change of life.

she smiled at him, and at her own fears.

Well, pray if you like, only you'd do better to use your judgment.