I believe in the sun,
even when it is not shining.
And I believe in love,
even when there’s no one there.
And I believe in God,
even when he is silent.
A poem written on the wall of a cellar by an unknown Jewish victim in a Cologne concentration camp during World War II.
These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triump die, like fire and powder
Which, as they kiss, consume.
As spoken by Friar Lawrence in the eternally iconic play Romeo and Juliet (1597) by William Shakespeare.