The law of heaven and earth is life for life.
Lord of himself; that heritage of woe!
By Heaven! it is a splendid sight to see For one who hath no friend, no brother there.
The keenest pangs the wretched find Are rapture to the dreary void, The leafless desert of the mind, The waste of feelings unemployed.
Though sages may pour out their wisdom's treasure, there is no sterner moralist than pleasure.
Hatred is the madness of the heart.