Oh! Stars and clouds and winds, ye are all about to mock me; if ye really pity me, crush sensation and memory; let me become as nought; but if not, depart, depart, and leave me in darkness.

Evil thenceforth became my good.

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

There is something so different in Venice from any other place in the world, that you leave at once all accustomed habits and everyday sights to enter an enchanted garden.

It is true, we shall be monsters, cut off from all the world; but on that account we shall be more attached to one another.

The moon gazed on my midnight labours, while, with unrelaxed and breathless eagerness, I pursued nature to her hiding places.

I am alone and miserable. Only someone as ugly as I am could love me.