I also became a poet, and for one year lived in a Paradise of my own creation; I imagined that I also might obtain a niche in the temple where the names of Homer and Shakespeare are consecrated.
Mary Wollstonecraft ShelleyHow mutable are our feelings, and how strange is that clinging love we have of life even in the excess of misery!
Mary Wollstonecraft ShelleyHe is dead who called me into being, and when I shall be no more the very remembrance of us both will speedily vanish.
Mary Wollstonecraft ShelleyMy spirit will sleep in peace; or if it thinks, it will not surely think thus. Farewell.
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley