What terrified me will terrify others; and I need only describe the spectre which had haunted my midnight pillow.

I am not a person of opinions because I feel the counter arguments too strongly.

You are my creator, but I am your master; Obey!

Truly disappointment is the guardian deity of human life; she sits at the threshold of unborn time, and marshals the events as they come forth.

If our impulses were confined to hunger, thirst, and desire, we might be nearly free; but now we are moved by every wind that blows and a chance word or scene that that word may convey to us.

...once I falsely hoped to meet the beings who, pardoning my outward form, would love me for the excellent qualities which I was capable of unfolding.

I beheld the wretch-the miserable monster whom I had created.