What Exile from himself can flee? To Zones, though more and more remote, Still, still pursues, where e’er I be, The blight of life — the demon Though… - Lord Byron

Homage he has from all - but none from me...
I battle it against him, as I battled in highest heaven - through all eternity,
And the unfathomable gulfs of hades, and the interminable realms of space,
And the infinity of endless ages... all, all will I dispute.
-Lucifer

Oh! if thou hast at length Discover'd that my love is worth esteem, I ask no more—but let us hence together, And I — let me say we — shall yet be happy. Assyria is not all the earth—we'll find A world out of our own — and be more bless'd Than I have ever been, or thou, with all An empire to indulge thee.

What else can joy be, but the spreading joy?