For pleasures past I do not grieve, nor perils gathering near; My greatest grief is that I leave nothing that claims a tear.

My great comfort is, that the temporary celebrity I have wrung from the world has been in the very teeth of all opinions and prejudices. I have flattered no ruling powers; I have never concealed a single thought that tempted me.

The great object of life is Sensation - to feel that we exist - even though in pain - it is this "craving void" which drives us to gaming - to battle - to travel - to intemperate but keenly felt pursuits of every description whose principal attraction is the agitation inseparable from their accomplishment.

'Tis solitude should teach us how to die; It hath no flatterers; vanity can give, No hollow aid; alone - man with God must strive.

The devil was the first democrat

Yet I did love thee to the last, As ferverently as thou, Who didst not change through all the past, And canst not alter now.

I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone.