alone....
as I have no past, I have no future.
far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife, their somber wishes never learned to stray, along the cool sequestered vale of life, they kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
yes! in the sea of life inisled, with echoing straits between us thrown, dotting the shoreless watery wild, we mortal millions live alone.
do you believe in the life to come?: mine was always that.
o born in days when wits were fresh and clear, and life ran gaily as the sparkling river. before this strange disease of modern life, with it's sick hurry, it's divided aims, it's heads o'ertaxed, it's palsied hearts, was rife fly hence, our contact fear!
the unbought grace of life, the cheap defense of nations, the nurse of manly sentiment and heroic enterprise is gone. that sensibility of principle, that chastity of honour, which felt a stain like a wound, which enobled whatever it touched, and under which vice itself lost half it's evil, by losing all it's grossness.
you will think me lamentably crude: my experience of life has been drawn from life itself.
for all men have one entrance into life, and the like going out.
to pass over youth in dull indifferance, to refuse the sweets of life because they once must leave us, is as preposterous as to wish to have been born old, because we one day may be old. for my part, my youth may wear and waste, but it shall never rust in my possession.
all animals, except man, know the principal business of life is to enjoy it.
our life is determined for us and it makes the mind very free when we give up wishing and only think of bearing what is laid upon us and doing what is given us to do.
as I stared the assorted meannesses and failed promises of life straight in the face...they stared back.
I put the muzzle of the revolver into my right ear and pulled the trigger.
I was out by one.
I remember an extraordinary sense of jubilation, as if carnival lights had been switched on in a drab street.
my heart knocked in it's cage, and life contained an infinite number of possibilities.
so......
what three of all shall I entertain, or shall entertain me?
I am ignorant of absolute truth, but I am humble before my ignorance and therein lies my honour and my reward.
I'll take the sea, the sun, and the sand.