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

I leave a sad and bitter world; and if you remember me, and think of me as of one unjustly condemned, I am resigned to the fate awaiting me.

I am malicious because I am miserable

marriage is usually considered the grave, and not the cradle of love.

Precious attribute of woe-worn humanity! that can snatch ecstatic emotion, even from under the very share and harrow, that ruthlessly ploughs up and lays waste every hope.

Life and death appeared to me ideal bounds, which I should first break through, and pour a torrent of light into our dark world.

Curiosity, earnest research to learn the hidden laws of nature, gladness akin to rapture, as they unfolded to me, are among the earliest sensations I can remember.