With how many things are we on the brink of becoming acquainted, if cowardice or carelessness did not restrain our inquiries.
Mary Wollstonecraft ShelleyI trembled, and my heart failed within me; when, on looking up, I saw, by the light of the moon, the daemon at the casement.
Mary Wollstonecraft ShelleyThe fallen angel becomes a malignant devil. Yet even that enemy of God and man had friends and associates in his desolation; I am alone.
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley