It is hardly surprising that women concentrate on the way they look instead of what is in their minds since not much has been put in their minds to begin with.

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.

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

There is something at work in my soul, which I do not understand.

I was benevolent and good; misery made me a fiend. Make me happy, and I shall again be virtuous.

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.

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.