The world was to me a secret which I desired to devine.

All men hate the wretched; how, then, must I be hated, who am miserable beyond all living things! Yet you, my creator, detest and spurn me, thy creature, to whom thou are bound by ties only dissoluble by the annihilation of one of us.

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

My education was neglected, yet I was passionately fond of reading.

A human being in perfection ought always to preserve a calm and peaceful mind and never to allow passion or a transitory desire to disturb his tranquility.

Life is obstinate and clings closest where it is most hated.

The fallen angel becomes a malignant devil. Yet even that enemy of God and man had friends and associates in his desolation; I am alone.