And, after all, what is a lie? ’Tis but The truth in masquerade - Lord Byron

Where there is mystery, it is generally supposed there must be evil.

What are garlands and crowns to the brow that is wrinkled?
’Tis but as a dead-flower with May-dew besprinkled.
Then away with all such from the head that is hoary!
What care I for the wreaths that can only give glory?

Who knows whether, when a comet shall approach this globe to destroy it, as it often has been and will be destroyed, men will not tear rocks from their foundations by means of steam, and hurl mountains, as the giants are said to have done, against the flaming mass? - and then we shall have traditions of Titans again, and of wars with Heaven...