My candle was nearly burnt out, when, by the glimmer of the half-extinguished light, I saw the dull yellow eye of the creature open.

When I step into the batter's box, the fans, the noise, the cheers, they all disappear. For that moment, the world is just a battle between me and the pitcher. And more than anything, I want to win.

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

Life, although it may only be an accumulation of anguish, is dear to me, and I will defend it.

I beheld the wretch-the miserable monster whom I had created.

But success shall crown my endeavours. Wherefore not? Thus far I have gone, tracking a secure way over the pathless seas: the very stars themselves being witnesses and testimonies of my triumph. Why not still proceed over the untamed yet obedient element? What can stop the determined heart and resolved will of man?

The agony of my feelings allowed me no respite; no incident occurred from which my rage and misery could not extract its food.