That past which is so presumptuously brought forward as a precedent for the present, was itself founded on some past that went before it.
Madame de StaelWhen at eve, at the bounding of the landscape, the heavens appear to recline so slowly on the earth, imagination pictures beyond the horizon an asylum of hope, - a native land of love; and nature seems silently to repeat that man is immortal.
Madame de Stael