What's the good of dragging up sufferings which are over, of being unhappy now just because you were then.
Seneca the YoungerWhen you enter a grove peopled with ancient trees, higher than the ordinary, and shutting out the sky with their thickly inter-twined branches, do not the stately shadows of the wood, the stillness of the place, and the awful gloom of this doomed cavern then strike you with the presence of a deity?
Seneca the Younger