Why Do They Call Me Misanthrope? Because

There Is A Tear For All Who Die, A Mourner O'er The Humblest Grave.

Man Is A Carnivorous Production, And Must Have Meals, At Least One Meal A Day; He Cannot Live, Like Woodcocks, Upon Suction, But, Like The Shark And Tiger, Must Have Prey; Although His Anatomical Construction Bears Vegetables, In A Grumbling Way, Your Laboring People Think Beyond All Question, Beef, Veal, And Mutton Better For Digestion.

Reason Is So Unreasonable, That Few People Can Say They Are In Possession Of It.

She Walks In Beauty, Like The Night Of Cloudless Climes And Starry Skies; And All That's Best Of Dark And Bright Meet In Her Aspect And Her Eyes.

My Altars Are The Mountains And The Ocean.