Allow me now to return to the cottagers, whose story excited in me such various feelings of indignation, delight, and wonder, but which all terminated in additional love and reverence for my protectors (for so I loved, in an innocent, half painful self-deceit, to call them).

Standing armies can never consist of resolute robust men; they may be well-disciplined machines, but they will seldom contain men under the influence of strong passions, or with very vigorous faculties.

My own mind began to grow, watchful with anxoius thoughts.

Life, although it may only be an accumulation of anguish, is dear to me, and I will defend it.

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

Evil thenceforth became my good.

Unhappy man! Do you share my maddness? Have you drunk also of the intoxicating draught? Hear me; let me reveal my tale, and you will dash the cup from your lips!