God can spare me. He got along without me once, and doubtless he can do it again. There are many things that I should like to see—I should like to see all the ages; but that was not my fate.
When I was young they taught me to be orthodox. And I see them stare at me now in horror. “Suicide!” they gasp. “Suicide!”
Yes!—Why not? Am I not the lord of mine own life, to end it as well as to live it?
And the law! Prate not of laws, I know of no laws, either of man or God; my law is the right and my holy will.
And the punishment! Well, and if your hell be a reality, why, it is my home—it is the home of all true men. The sublime duty of being damned is ever my reply to theological impertinences.