My Native Land, Good Night!

I Learned To Love Despair.

Why Do They Call Me Misanthrope? Because They Hate Me, Not I Them.

I Know That Two And Two Make Four - And Should Be Glad To Prove It Too If I Could - Though I Must Say If By Any Sort Of Process I Could Convert 2 And 2 Into Five It Would Give Me Much Greater Pleasure.

So For A Good Old-gentlemanly Vice, I Think I Must Take Up With Avarice.

My Great Comfort Is, That The Temporary Celebrity I Have Wrung From The World Has Been In The Very Teeth Of All Opinions And Prejudices. I Have Flattered No Ruling Powers; I Have Never Concealed A Single Thought That Tempted Me.