Solitude was my only consolation - deep, dark, deathlike solitude.

Invention consists in the capacity of seizing on the capabilities of a subject, and in the power of moulding and fashioning ideas suggested to it.

The different accidents of life are not so changeable as the feelings of human nature.

My own mind began to grow, watchful with anxoius thoughts.

These wonderful narrations inspired me with strange feelings. Was man, indeed, at once so powerful, so virtuous, and magnificent, yet so vicious and base? He appeared at one time a mere scion of the evil principle and at another as all that can be conceived of noble and godlike.

Accursed creator! Why did you form a monster so hideous that even you turned from me in disgust?

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