Cervantes smiled Spain's chivalry away; A single laugh demolish'd the right arm Of his own country.
Why do they call me misanthrope? Because They hate me, not I them.
When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall; And when Rome falls--the World.
I learned to love despair.
Just as old age is creeping on space, And clouds come o'er the sunset of our day, They kindly leave us, though not quite alone, But in good company--the gout or stone.
My turn of mind is so given to taking things in the absurd point of view, that it breaks out in spite of me every now and then.