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

Truly disappointment is the guardian deity of human life; she sits at the threshold of unborn time, and marshals the events as they come forth.

At the age of twenty six I am in the condition of an aged person - all my old friends are gone... & my heart fails when I think by how few ties I hold to the world.

I am malicious because I am miserable

When falsehood can look so like the truth, who can assure themselves of certain happiness?

Beware; for I am fearless, and therefore powerful.

My candle was nearly burnt out, when, by the glimmer of the half-extinguished light, I saw the dull yellow eye of the creature open.