From my infancy I was imbued with high hopes and a lofty ambition.

After days and nights of incredible labor and fatigue, I succeeded in discovering the cause of generation and life. Nay, more, I became myself capable of bestowing animation upon lifeless matter.

The world to me was a secret, which I desired to discover; to her it was a vacancy, which she sought to people with imaginations of her own.

I am malicious because I am miserable

. . . the companions of our childhood always possess a certain power over our minds which hardly any later friend can obtain.

The fallen angel becomes a malignant devil.

Elegance is inferior to virtue.