Life is obstinate and clings closest where it is most hated.

Everything must have a beginning ... and that beginning must be linked to something that went before.

I shall commit my thoughts to paper, it is true; but that is a poor medium for the communication of feeling. I desire the company of a man who could sympathize with me, whose eyes would reply to mine.

It may...be judged indecent in me to come forward on this occasion; but when I see a fellow-creature about to perish through the cowardice of her pretended friends, I wish to be allowed to speak, that I may say what I know of her character.

Nothing is more painful to the human mind than, after the feelings have been worked up by a quick succession of events, the dead calmness of inaction and certainty which follows and deprives the soul both of hope and fear.

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

Life is obstinate and clings closest where it is most hated.