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.

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

My education was neglected, yet I was passionately fond of reading.

He is dead who called me into being, and when I shall be no more the very remembrance of us both will speedily vanish.

Life is obstinate and clings closest where it is most hated.

Once a king ... it was impossible, without risk of life, to sink to a private station.

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