Time will not let itself.

When you see all the gravestones which have sunk down and been worked away by the feet of churchgoers, and even that the churches themselves have collapsed over their own tombs, you can still think of life after death as a second life, which you enter into as a portrait or an inscription, and in which you remain longer than you do in your actual living life. But sooner or later this portrait, this second existence, is also extinguished. As over men, so over memorials time will not let itself be deprived of its rights. (165)

From Goethe, Johann. Elective Affinities. 1809. Trans. R. J. Hollingdale. New York: Penguin, 1982. Print.