For a moment my soul was elevated from its debasing and miserable fears to which these sights were the monuments and the remembrances. For an instant I dared to shake off my chains, and look around me with a free and lofty spirit; but the iron had eaten into my flesh, and I sank again, trembling and hopeless, into my miserable self.
Mary Wollstonecraft ShelleyIt is with considerable difficulty that I remember the original era of my being
Mary Wollstonecraft ShelleyThe guilty are allowed, by human laws, bloody as they are, to speak in their own defence before they are condemned.
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley