the sentiment of immediate loss in some sort decayed, while that of utter, irremediable loneliness grew on me with time.

All judges had rather that ten innocent should suffer than that one guilty should escape.

Life and death appeared to me ideal bounds, which I should first break through, and pour a torrent of light into our dark world.

A truce to philosophy!—Life is before me, and I rush into possession. Hope, glory, love, and blameless ambition are my guides, and my soul knows no dread. What has been, though sweet, is gone; the present is good only because it is about to change, and the to come is all my own.

I trembled, and my heart failed within me; when, on looking up, I saw, by the light of the moon, the daemon at the casement.

I was benevolent and good; misery made me a fiend. Make me happy, and I shall again be virtuous.

I feel exquisite pleasure in dwelling on the recollections of childhood, before misfortune had tainted my mind, and changed its bright visions of extensive usefulness into gloomy and narrow reflections upon self.