...if I see but one smile on your lips when we meet, occasioned by this or any other exertion of mine, I shall need no other happiness.

Man," I cried, "how ignorant art thou in thy pride of wisdom!

Oh! Stars and clouds and winds, ye are all about to mock me; if ye really pity me, crush sensation and memory; let me become as nought; but if not, depart, depart, and leave me in darkness.

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

...once I falsely hoped to meet the beings who, pardoning my outward form, would love me for the excellent qualities which I was capable of unfolding.

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

None but those who have experienced them can conceive of the enticements of science.