" Wherefore, fond wretch, dost thou grieve thus, for what is now a hideous mass of mortality — mere bones, and nerves, and veins? Nations have fallen unlamented; even worlds themselves, long ere this globe of ours was created, have mouldered into nothing; nor hath any one wept over them; why then should’st thou indulge this vain affliction for a child of the dust — a being as frail as thyself, and like thee the creature but of a moment? "

― Ludwig Tieck , The Bride of the Grave