The fanaticism of grief is a fact so profoundly human that religions
and governments have exploited it successfully. This almost mystical
passion flourishes so well among peoples that are permeated with the
ancient traditions of suffering and renunciation!
Nevertheless, the path does not lie through this sublime error, which
is altogether too favorable for the enterprises of criminal ambition.
Sorrow cannot be a thing that one covets. It is, it ought to be, simply
a thing that one accepts. Like certain terrible dignities, like certain
overwhelming honors, one receives it, one does not seek it. Destiny
brings a sufficient burden of mourning and cruelty, it should not be
tempted. The noble life demands that we shall be courageous, it does
not require us to be foolhardy. To him who “seeks while he groans,”
suffering will never be wanting.
At this hour the whole world is intoxicated with it, satiated, it would
seem, for all time. At this hour there rises an immense cry of pity and
supplication.
All generous souls are wounded to the quick and stagger. It is
not in the moment when they beg for mercy that one would desire a
superaddition of martyrdom. It is enough to assume the sanguinary
wealth with which we are overwhelmed.
No one will ever be deprived of it who lives for love. We shall all be
honored according to our merits. And we shall know that grief is its
own reward; for it is in sorrow and abnegation that our soul becomes
supremely aware of the beauty of the world and of its own virtues.
We cannot ask to be indemnified for our riches....