The fallen angel becomes a malignant devil.

The whole series of my life appeared to me as a dream; I sometimes doubted if indeed it were all true, for it never presented itself to my mind with the force of reality.

When falsehood can look so like the truth, who can assure themselves of certain happiness?

marriage is usually considered the grave, and not the cradle of love.

My education was neglected, yet I was passionately fond of reading.

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

Thus strangely are our souls constructed, and by slight ligaments are we bound to prosperity and ruin.