I saw -- with shut eyes, but acute mental vision -- I saw the pale student of unhallowed arts kneeling beside the thing he had put together. I saw the hideous phantasm of a man stretched out, and then, on the working of some powerful engine, show signs of life, and stir with an uneasy, half-vital motion.

I feel exquisite pleasure in dwelling on the recollections of childhood, before misfortune had tainted my mind, and changed its bright visions of extensive usefulness into gloomy and narrow reflections upon self.

His conversation was marked by its happy abundance.

It was the secrets of heaven and earth that I desired to learn.

I was benevolent and good; misery made me a fiend. Make me happy, and I shall again be virtuous.

Life, although it may only be an accumulation of anguish, is dear to me, and I will defend it.

Accursed creator! Why did you form a monster so hideous that even you turned from me in disgust?