I care for myself.
The more solitary, the more friendless, the more unsustained I am the more I will respect myself. I will keep the laws given by God, sanctioned by man. I will hold to the principles received by me when I was sane and not mad as I am now. Laws and principles are not for times when there is no temptation but are for such moments as this: When body and soul rise in mutiny against their rigor, stringent are they, inviolent they shall be. If at my individual convenience I might break them, what would be their worth? Oh, the have a worth so I have always believed and if I can not believe it now it is because I am insane. Quite Insane with my veins running fire and my heart beating faster than I can count its throbs. Preconceived opinions, foregone determinations are all I have at this hour to stand by.
There, I plant my foot.