Sorrow only increased with knowledge.

...once I falsely hoped to meet the beings who, pardoning my outward form, would love me for the excellent qualities which I was capable of unfolding.

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

All judges had rather that ten innocent should suffer than that one guilty should escape.

Devil, do you dare approach me? and do you not fear the fierce vengeance of my arm wreaked on your miserable head?

I am not a person of opinions because I feel the counter arguments too strongly.

A solitary being is by instinct a wanderer.