Polluted by crimes, and torn by the bitterest remorse, where can I find rest but in death?
Mary Wollstonecraft ShelleyNone but those who have experienced them can conceive of the enticements of science.
Mary Wollstonecraft ShelleyHow dreadful it is, to emerge from the oblivion of slumber, and to receive as a good morrow the mute wailing of one's own hapless heart - to return from the land of deceptive dreams to the heavy knowledge of unchanged disaster!
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley