The ruling passion, be it what it will. The ruling passion conquers reason still.
A mighty maze! But not without a plan.
Nor Fame I slight, nor her favors call.
I begin where most people end, with a full conviction of the emptiness of all sorts of ambition, and the unsatisfactory nature of all human pleasures.
The villain's censure is extorted praise.
Where beams of imagination play, the memory's soft figures melt away.