Ludwig Tieck,
The Old Man of the Mountain — SECTION II
“ Everything lives and moves, only to die and to rot: everything feels, only to feel pangs. Our inward agony spurs us on to what we call joy; and all wherewith spring and hope and love and pleasure beguile mankind, is only the inverted sting of pain. Life is woe, hope sadness, thought and reflexion despair.— And supposing all to be so, said Edward somewhat timidly, do we not find comfort and help in religion? ”
