He who surpasses or subdues mankind, must look down on the hate of those below.

But 'midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless.

Where there is mystery, it is generally suspected there must also be evil.

A sort of hostile transaction, very necessary to keep the world going, but by no means a sinecure to the parties concerned.

Men think highly of those who rise rapidly in the world; whereas nothing rises quicker than dust, straw, and feathers.

The castled crag of Drachenfels, Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine, Whose breast of waters broadly swells Between the banks which bear the vine, And hills all rich with blossom'd trees, And fields which promise corn and wine, And scatter'd cities crowning these, Whose far white walls along them shine.

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.