The fallen angel becomes a malignant devil.

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

Curiosity, earnest research to learn the hidden laws of nature, gladness akin to rapture, as they unfolded to me, are among the earliest sensations I can remember.

Teach him to think for himself? Oh, my God, teach him rather to think like other people!

His conversation was marked by its happy abundance.

All judges had rather that ten innocent should suffer than that one guilty should escape.

But soon, I shall die, and what I now feel be no longer felt. Soon these burning miseries will be extinct.