My dreams were all my own; I accounted for them to nobody; they were my refuge when annoyed - my dearest pleasure when free.

We are fashioned creatures, but half made up. - Victor Frankenstein

The time at length arrives, when grief is rather an indulgence than a necessity and the smile that plays upon the lips, although it may be deemed a sacrilege, is not banished.

A mind of moderate capacity which closely pursues one study must infallibly arrive at great proficiency in that study.

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

Nothing is so painful to the human mind as a great and sudden change. The sun might shine, or the clouds might lour: but nothing could appear to me as it had done the day before.

From my infancy I was imbued with high hopes and a lofty ambition.