Tvert imot.

Plaudite, amici, comedia finita est.

(Applaud, my friends, the comedy is over.)

[Said on his deathbed]

A thousand words will not leave so deep an impression as one deed

Ah, well, then I suppose I shall have to die beyond my means.

I have offended God and mankind because my work didn't reach the quality it should have.

Dear World, I am leaving you because I am bored. I feel I have lived long enough. I am leaving you with your worries in this sweet cesspool - good luck.