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To The Last, I Grapple With Thee; From Hell's Heart, I Stab At Thee; For Hate's Sake, I Spit My Last Breath At Thee.

There's Something Ever Egotistical In Mountain-tops And Towers, And All Other Grand And Lofty Things.

There Is No Dignity In Wickedness, Whether In Purple Or Rags; And Hell Is A Democracy Of Devils, Where All Are Equals.

Talk Not To Me Of Blasphemy, Man; I'd Strike The Sun If It Insulted Me.

Fame Is An Accident; Merit A Thing Absolute.