The guilty are allowed, by human laws, bloody as they are, to speak in their own defence before they are condemned.
Mary Wollstonecraft ShelleyEnnui, the demon, waited at the threshold of his noiseless refuge, and drove away the stirring hopes and enlivening expectations, which form the better part of life.
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley...if I see but one smile on your lips when we meet, occasioned by this or any other exertion of mine, I shall need no other happiness.
Mary Wollstonecraft ShelleyI feel exquisite pleasure in dwelling on the recollections of childhood, before misfortune had tainted my mind, and changed its bright visions of extensive usefulness into gloomy and narrow reflections upon self.
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley