Precious attribute of woe-worn humanity! that can snatch ecstatic emotion, even from under the very share and harrow, that ruthlessly ploughs up and lays waste every hope.
Mary Wollstonecraft ShelleyI was benevolent and good; misery made me a fiend. Make me happy, and I shall again be virtuous.
Mary Wollstonecraft ShelleyTeach him to think for himself? Oh, my God, teach him rather to think like other people!
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley