I shall commit my thoughts to paper, it is true; but that is a poor medium for the communication of feeling. I desire the company of a man who could sympathize with me, whose eyes would reply to mine.

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

Live, and be happy, and make others so.

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.

Solitude was my only consolation - deep, dark, deathlike solitude.

Beware; for I am fearless, and therefore powerful.

I required kindness and sympathy, but I did not believe myself utterly unworthy of it.