Nay, you'll be ashamed of me everyday of your life," he answered; "and the more ashamed, the more you know me; and I cannot bide it.

Terror made me cruel.

I have to remind myself to breathe -- almost to remind my heart to beat!

I have fled my country and gone to the heather.

If I were in heaven, Nelly, I should be extremely miserable." "Because you are not fit to go there," I answered. "All sinners would be miserable in heaven.

I have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing.

Yes, as my swift days near their goal, 'tis all that I implore: In life and death a chainless soul, with courage to endure.