If our impulses were confined to hunger, thirst, and desire, we might be nearly free; but now we are moved by every wind that blows and a chance word or scene that that word may convey to us.

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.

To examine the causes of life, we must first have recourse to death.

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

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

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

My spirit will sleep in peace; or if it thinks, it will not surely think thus. Farewell.