It is true, we shall be monsters, cut off from all the world; but on that account we shall be more attached to one another.

If our impulses were confined to hunger, thirst, and desire, we might be nearly free; but now we are moved by every wind that blows and a chance word or scene that that word may convey to us.

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.

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

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.

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

Man," I cried, "how ignorant art thou in thy pride of wisdom!