If I cannot inspire love, I will cause fear!

Nothing is so painful to the human mind as a great and sudden change.

Her countenance was all expression; her eyes were not dark but impenetrably deep; you seemed to discover space after space in their intellectual glance.

What is there so fearful as the expectation of evil tidings delayed? ... Misery is a more welcome visitant when she comes in her darkest guise and wraps us in perpetual black, for then the heart no longer sickens with disappointed hope.

Life, although it may only be an accumulation of anguish, is dear to me, and I will defend it.

If I cannot inspire love, I will cause fear!

The labours of men of genius, however erroneously directed, scarcely ever fail in ultimately turning to the solid advantage of mankind.