my mind is a world in itself, which I have peopled with my own creatures.

Nature formed me fierce.

My life has not been the best possible. The slave of impulse, I have rushed forward to my own destruction.

the sins of children rise up in judgment against their parents.

It is said there is no happiness, and no love to be compared to that which is felt for the first time. Most persons erroneously think so; but love like other arts requires experience, and terror and ignorance, on its first approach, prevent our feeling it as strongly as at a later period.

my mind is a world in itself, which I have peopled with my own creatures.

It is the common failing of an ambitious mind to over-rate itself.