I Am Actuated By An Ambition Which

-ev'n With Us The Breath Of Science Dims The Mirror Of Our Joy.

I Could Have Clasped The Red Walls To My Bosom As A Garment Of Eternal Peace. "death," I Said, "any Death But That Of The Pit!" Fool! Might I Have Not Known That Into The Pit It Was The Object Of The Burning Iron To Urge Me?

Philosophers Have Often Held Dispute As To The Seat Of Thought In Man And Brute For That The Power Of Thought Attends The Latter My Friend, Thy Beau, Hath Made A Settled Matter, And Spite Of Dogmas Current In All Ages, One Settled Fact Is Better Than Ten Sages. (o,tempora! O,mores!)

I Have, Indeed, No Abhorrence Of Danger, Except In Its Absolute Effect - In Terror.

To Die Laughing Must Be The Most Glorious Of All Glorious Deaths!