Tragedy is not the second face of the life; but it is the very first face of it!
Come what come may, time and the hour run through the roughest day.
The tragedy of life is that sometimes we get what we want.
Good poetry reveals the beauty of joy and tragedy.
A darkness different from Ember’s, but just as frightening…
Was that tragedy? Or was that comedy? Was there really any difference?
Comedy is tragedy standing on its head with its pants down.
The whole world should feel that this tragedy is its own.