vivos voco/mortuos plango/fulgura frango
(I call on the living, lament the dead, break the lightning)

“But the Harry we know isn’t a lie, and he would hardly be compelled to help others, would he?” rarest adherent of the most self-evident truth, Morgan had called her.
His reply came over the splashing of water and a cupboard door slamming shut. “Self-abnegation is a virtue in a thrall. How can I know it from altruism? Danger discourages introspection, and terror hones a weapon. How can I be certain?”
-- chapter 38 of Clytemnestra's Daughters by Nobodystormcrow

Won't see the golden of the sun when I'm gone
And the evenings and the mornings will be one when I'm gone
Can't be singing louder than the guns when I'm gone
So I guess I'll have to do it while I'm here
-- When I'm Gone, Phil Ochs