A solitary being is by instinct a wanderer.

Life and death appeared to me ideal bounds, which I should first break through, and pour a torrent of light into our dark world.

Happiness is in its highest degree the sister of goodness.

Man," I cried, "how ignorant art thou in thy pride of wisdom!

But success shall crown my endeavours. Wherefore not? Thus far I have gone, tracking a secure way over the pathless seas: the very stars themselves being witnesses and testimonies of my triumph. Why not still proceed over the untamed yet obedient element? What can stop the determined heart and resolved will of man?

The guilty are allowed, by human laws, bloody as they are, to speak in their own defence before they are condemned.

But her's was the misery of innocence, which, like a cloud that passes over the fair moon, for a while hides, but cannot tarnish its brightness.