I have a great mind to believe in Christianity for the mere pleasure of fancying I may be damned.
The great object of life is sensation- to feel that we exist, even though in pain.
Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves.
In secret we met - In silence I grieve, That thy heart could forget, Thy spirit deceive. If I should meet thee After long years, How should I greet thee? - With silence and tears