I was benevolent and good; misery made me a fiend. Make me happy, and I shall again be virtuous.

What can stop the determined heart and resolved will of man?

I felt emotions of gentleness and pleasure, that had long appeared dead, revive within me. Half surprised by the novelty of these sensations, I allowed myself to be borne away by them, and forgetting my solitude and deformity, dared to be happy.

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

Supremely frightful would be the effect of any human endeavor to mock the stupendous mechanism of the Creator of the world.

Even the eternal skies weep, I thought; is there any shame then, that mortal man should spend himself in tears?

If you will comply with my conditions, I will leave them and you at peace; but if you refuse, I will glut the maw of death, until it be satiated with the blood of your remaining friends.