Nothing is so painful to the human mind as a great and sudden change. The sun might shine, or the clouds might lour: but nothing could appear to me as it had done the day before.

Satan has his companions, fellow-devils, to admire and encourage him; but I am solitary and detested.

I ought to be thy Adam, but I am rather the fallen angel.

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

Evil thenceforth became my good.

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.

Beware; for I am fearless, and therefore powerful.