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

How dreadful it is, to emerge from the oblivion of slumber, and to receive as a good morrow the mute wailing of one's own hapless heart - to return from the land of deceptive dreams to the heavy knowledge of unchanged disaster!

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.

marriage is usually considered the grave, and not the cradle of love.

My dreams were all my own; I accounted for them to nobody; they were my refuge when annoyed - my dearest pleasure when free.

I required kindness and sympathy, but I did not believe myself utterly unworthy of it.

Invention, it must be humbly admitted, does not consist in creating out of void, but out of chaos.