He does not want light, because the darkness is more pleasant.

He does not wish to see the good, because he is happier without it.

I recollect that when I walked with him, I was in a state of divine exaltation, such as Adam and Eve must have enjoyed when the savour of the fruit was still unfaded between their lips; and I recognise that this must be the man's habitual state.

He has the forbidden fruit in his waist-coat pocket, and can make himself a god as often and as long as he likes.

He has raised himself upon a glorious pedestal above his fellows; he has touched the summit of ambition; and he envies neither King nor Kaiser, Prophet nor Priest, content in an elevation as high as theirs, and much more easily attained.