I am not a person of opinions because I feel the counter arguments too strongly.

Man," I cried, "how ignorant art thou in thy pride of wisdom!

Polluted by crimes, and torn by the bitterest remorse, where can I find rest but in death?

She was no longer that happy creature who in earlier youth wandered with me on the banks of the lake and talked with ecstasy of our future prospects. The first of those sorrows which are sent to wean us from the earth had visited her, and its dimming influence quenched her dearest smiles.

But soon, I shall die, and what I now feel be no longer felt. Soon these burning miseries will be extinct.

None but those who have experienced them can conceive of the enticements of science.

If our impulses were confined to hunger, thirst, and desire, we might be nearly free; but now we are moved by every wind that blows and a chance word or scene that that word may convey to us.