“I wish to be moved. I cannot feel in life. I must have others do it for me in theater.”
“After Death nothing is, and nothing, death,The utmost limit of a gasp of breath.Let the ambitious zealot lay asideHis hopes of heaven, whose faith is but his pride;Let slavish souls lay by their fearNor be concerned which way nor whereAfter this life they shall be hurled.Dead, we become the lumber of the world,And to that mass of matter shall be sweptWhere things destroyed with things unborn are kept.Devouring time swallows us whole.Impartial death confounds body and soul.For Hell and the foul fiend that rulesGod's everlasting fiery jails(Devised by rogues, dreaded by fools),With his grim, grisly dog that keeps the door,Are senseless stories, idle tales,Dreams, whimseys, and no more.”
“Then, if to make your ruin more,You'll peevishly be coy,Die with the scandal of a whoreAnd never know the joy.”
“any experiment of interest in life will be carried out at your own expense”
“How blest was the created stateOf man and woman, ere they fell,Compared to our unhappy fate:We need not fear another hell.”
“God bless our good and gracious King,Whose promise none relies on;Who never said a foolish thing,Nor ever did a wise one.”