Thus happiness depends, as Nature shows, Less on exterior things than most suppose.

Glory, built On selfish principles, is shame and guilt.

Freedom has a thousand charms to show, That slaves, howe'er contented, never know.

There is a fountain fill'd with blood Drawn from Emmanuel's veins; And sinners, plung'd beneath that flood, Lose all their guilty stains.

I am a freeman and jolly as a beggar.

Most days I wake up thinking I'm the luckiest bastard alive.

I think the world is like a great mirror, and reflects our lives just as we ourselves look upon it. Those who turn sad faces toward the world find only sadness…