The time at length arrives, when grief is rather an indulgence than a necessity and the smile that plays upon the lips, although it may be deemed a sacrilege, is not banished.

He was soon borne away by the waves and lost in darkness and distance.

Of what a strange nature is knowledge! It clings to a mind when it has once seized on it like a lichen on a rock." - Frankenstein p115

Happiness is in its highest degree the sister of goodness.

Devil, do you dare approach me? and do you not fear the fierce vengeance of my arm wreaked on your miserable head?

Ah! it is well for the unfortunate to be resigned, but for the guilty there is no peace.

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.