But success shall crown my endeavours. Wherefore not? Thus far I have gone, tracking a secure way over the pathless seas: the very stars themselves being witnesses and testimonies of my triumph. Why not still proceed over the untamed yet obedient element? What can stop the determined heart and resolved will of man?

My heart was fashioned to be susceptible of love and sympathy, and when wrenched by misery to vice and hatred, it did not endure the violence of the change without torture such as you cannot even imagine.

The guilty are allowed, by human laws, bloody as they are, to speak in their own defence before they are condemned.

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

Ennui, the demon, waited at the threshold of his noiseless refuge, and drove away the stirring hopes and enlivening expectations, which form the better part of life.

Polluted by crimes, and torn by the bitterest remorse, where can I find rest but in death?

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