No, my friend has not entered non-being; whatever the barrier that separates me from him, I will see him again. — It is not on a syllogism that I found my hope. — The flight of an insect through the air is enough to persuade me; and often the sight of the countryside, the perfume in the air, and a certain mysterious charm shed all around me, so elevate my thoughts that an invincible proof of immortality forces its way into my heart and occupies it wholly.
— Xavier de Maistre, A Journey Around My Room (1794) (Andrew Brown, trans.).