Tumble me down, and I will sitUpon my ruines (smiling yet:)Teare me to tatters; yet I'le bePatient in my necessitie.Laugh at my scraps of cloathes, and shunMe, as a fear'd infection:Yet scarre-crow-like I'le walk as one,Neglecting thy derision. - Robert Herrick
We don't build the ruins. Our soul is in hate. (On ne construit des ruines. - Notre âme est dans la haine.) - Charles de Leusse