My existence, as you know, is an uncertain quantity, and may be cut short at any moment in the ordinary course of things.

But I have no future in the active concerns of life; no past on which to dwell with satisfaction; no friends to mourn for my misfortunes in life, nor for my death, whether it be peaceful or violent; therefore, I have fewer compunctions in ending a mistaken career and a worthless life.
Some one will profit by my death: who it is matters not, for it is no friend of mine.

My death adjusts a balance, perhaps not nicely, yet it does it.

And this is all I have to say....

I am going.