A solitary being is by instinct a wanderer.

I trembled, and my heart failed within me; when, on looking up, I saw, by the light of the moon, the daemon at the casement.

Of what a strange nature is knowledge! It clings to a mind when it has once seized on it like a lichen on a rock." - Frankenstein p115

Elegance is inferior to virtue.

I am malicious because I am miserable

My own mind began to grow, watchful with anxoius thoughts.

The moon gazed on my midnight labours, while, with unrelaxed and breathless eagerness, I pursued nature to her hiding places.