From my birth I have aspired like the eagle - but unlike the eagle, my wings have failed. . . . Congratulate me then that I have found a fitting scope for my powers.
Mary Wollstonecraft ShelleyWhen falsehood can look so like the truth, who can assure themselves of certain happiness?
Mary Wollstonecraft ShelleyBut her's was the misery of innocence, which, like a cloud that passes over the fair moon, for a while hides, but cannot tarnish its brightness.
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley