Now dare to be tragic men, for you will be redeemed. You shall join the Dionysiac procession from India to Greece! Gird yourselves for a hard battle, but have faith in the miracles of your God!

Tragedy sits in sublime rapture amidst this abundance of life, suffering and delight, listening to a far-off, melancholy song which tells of the Mothers of Being, whose names are Delusion, Will, Woe.

There's no tragedy in life like the death of a child. Things never get back to the way they were.

Life is a tragedy when seen in close-up, but a comedy in long-shot.

Tragedy warms the soul, elevates the heart, can and ought to create heroes. In this sense, perhaps, France owes a part of her great actions to Corneille.

So many other things for us to see, Things to be, Our history so full of tragedy and misery.