Invention, it must be humbly admitted, does not consist in creating out of void, but out of chaos.
Mary Wollstonecraft ShelleyPolluted by crimes, and torn by the bitterest remorse, where can I find rest but in death?
Mary Wollstonecraft ShelleyMy spirit will sleep in peace; or if it thinks, it will not surely think thus. Farewell.
Mary Wollstonecraft ShelleyOne as deformed and horrible as myself, could not deny herself to me. My companion must be of the same species, and have the same defects... with whom I can live in the interchange of those sympathies necessary for my being.
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley