For you to talk of suicide is ridiculous." "Do you know that my wife is dead, Frank ?"[26] "I had heard it," I said.
"My way back to hope and a new life ends in her grave," he went on.
"Everything I do, Frank, is irrevocable." He spoke with a certain grave sincerity.
"The great tragedies of the world are all final and complete; Socrates would not escape death, though Crito opened the prison door for him.

I could not avoid prison, though you showed me the way to safety.

We are fated to suffer, don't you think?
as an example to humanity--'an echo and a light unto eternity.'" "I think it would be finer, instead of taking the punishment lying down, to trample it under your feet, and make it a rung of the ladder." "Oh, Frank, you would turn all the tragedies into triumphs, you are a fighter.

My life is done." "You love life," I cried, "as much as ever you did; more than anyone I have ever seen." "It is true," he cried, his face lighting up quickly, "more than anyone, Frank.

Life delights me.