In His Lonely Solitude, The Solitary Man

You Implanted Your Highest Goal Into The Heart Of Those Passions: Then They Became Your Virtues And Joys.

The Parasites Live Where The Great Have Little Secret Sores.

The Hypocrite Who Always Plays One And The Same Part Ceases At Last To Be A Hypocrite.

Moral Sensibilities Are Nowadays At Such Cross-purposes That To One Man A Morality Is Proved By Its Utility, While To Another Its Utility Refutes It.

And Like A Wind Shall I One Day Blow Amongst Them And With My Spirit Take Away Their Soul's Breath: Thus My Future Wills It.