To withdraw myself from myself has ever been my sole, my entire, my sincere motive in scribbling at all.

I've seen your stormy seas and stormy women, And pity lovers rather more than seamen.

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

Self praise is no praise at all.

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

A material resurrection seems strange and even absurd except for purposes of punishment, and all punishment which is to revenge rather than correct must be morally wrong, and when the World is at an end, what moral or warning purpose can eternal tortures answer?

When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall; And when Rome falls--the World.