It was the secrets of heaven and earth that I desired to learn.

The modern masters promise very little

None but those who have experienced them can conceive of the enticements of science.

Solitude was my only consolation - deep, dark, deathlike solitude.

One as deformed and horrible as myself, could not deny herself to me. My companion must be of the same species, and have the same defects... with whom I can live in the interchange of those sympathies necessary for my being.

How mutable are our feelings, and how strange is that clinging love we have of life even in the excess of misery!

One man's life or death were but a small price to pay for the acquirement of the knowledge which I sought