No man likes to be in on a birth: all men rush to be in on a death. To unmake a human being we choose an open field in broad daylight: to make one, we hide away in a dark little hollow. When making one we must hide and blush: but glory lies in unmaking one, and it produces other virtues. One act is unwholesome: the other, an act of grace, (...)
Michel de Montaigne - Essays, On some lines of Virgil (III, 5)
