Every human being on this earth is born with a tragedy, and it isn’t original sin. He’s born with the tragedy that he has to grow up. That he has to leave the nest, the security, and go out to do battle. He has to lose everything that is lovely and fight for a new loveliness of his own making, and it’s a tragedy. A lot of people don’t have the courage to do it.
We rely upon the poets, the philosophers, and the playwrights
to articulate what most of us can only feel, in joy and sorrow.
They illuminate the thoughts for which we only grope; they
give us the strength and balm we cannot find in ourselves.
Whenever I feel my courage wavering I rush to them. They will
give me the wisdom of acceptance, the will and resilience to