The nations pass and are forgotten, for that is the destiny of man." "Yes," said Kull. "Yet is it not a pity that the beauty and glory of men should fade like smoke on a summer sea?" "For what reason, since that is their destiny? I brood not over the lost glories of my race, nor do I labor for races to come. Live now, Kull, live now. The dead are dead; the unborn are not. What matters men's forgetfulness of you when you have forgotten yourself in the silent worlds of death?
