Men become cannibals of their own hearts; remorse, regret, and restless impatience usurp the place of more wholesome feeling: every thing seems better than that which is.

Happiness is in its highest degree the sister of goodness.

Satan has his companions, fellow-devils, to admire and encourage him; but I am solitary and detested.

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

So much has been done, exclaimed the soul of Frankenstein - more, far more, will I achieve; treading in the steps already marked, I will pioneer a new way, explore unknown powers, and unfold to the world the deepest mysteries of creation.

His conversation was marked by its happy abundance.

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.