There is something at work in my soul, which I do not understand.
The modern masters promise very little
I ought to be thy Adam, but I am rather the fallen angel.
...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.
What can stop the determined heart and resolved will of man?
One man's life or death were but a small price to pay for the acquirement of the knowledge which I sought