...we are unfashioned creatures, but half made up, if one wiser, better, dearer than ourselves - such a friend ought to be - do not lend his aid to perfectionate our weak and faulty natures.

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

Ennui, the demon, waited at the threshold of his noiseless refuge, and drove away the stirring hopes and enlivening expectations, which form the better part of life.

It is with considerable difficulty that I remember the original era of my being

But soon, I shall die, and what I now feel be no longer felt. Soon these burning miseries will be extinct.

The guilty are allowed, by human laws, bloody as they are, to speak in their own defence before they are condemned.

...if I see but one smile on your lips when we meet, occasioned by this or any other exertion of mine, I shall need no other happiness.