I cannot help thinking that the menace of Hell makes as many devils as the severe penal codes of inhuman humanity make villains.
Keep thy smooth words and juggling homilies for those who know thee not.
Hatred is the madness of the heart.
Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.
Gone, glimmering through the dream of things that were.
I had a dream, which was not at all a dream.