I feel my immortality over sweep all pains, all tears, all time, all fears, - and peal, like the eternal thunders of the deep, into my ears, this truth, - thou livest forever!

All human history attests That happiness for man, - the hungry sinner! - Since Eve ate apples, much depends on dinner. ~Lord Byron, Don Juan, Canto XIII, stanza 99

One certainly has a soul; but how it came to allow itself to be enclosed in a body is more than I can imagine.

I am surrounded here by parsons and methodists, but as you will see, not infested with the mania.

I am ashes where once I was fire.

Critics are already made.

Admire, exult, despise, laugh, weep for here There is such matter for all feelings: Man! Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear.