I ought to be thy Adam, but I am rather the fallen angel.

We are fashioned creatures, but half made up. - Victor Frankenstein

It was the secrets of heaven and earth that I desired to learn; and whether it was the outward substance of things or the inner spirit of nature and the mysterious soul of man that occupied me, still my inquiries were directed to the metaphysical, or in its highest sense, the physical secrets of the world.

When falsehood can look so like the truth, who can assure themselves of certain happiness?

Life and death appeared to me ideal bounds, which I should first break through, and pour a torrent of light into our dark world.

My candle was nearly burnt out, when, by the glimmer of the half-extinguished light, I saw the dull yellow eye of the creature open.

I saw and heard of none like me. Was I then a monster, a blot upon the earth, from which all men fled, and whom all men disowned?