Nothing contributes so much to tranquilize the mind as a steady purpose - a point on which the soul may fix its intellectual eye.

Evil thenceforth became my good.

Listen to me, Frankenstein. You accuse me of murder; and yet you would, with a satisfied conscience, destroy your own creature. Oh, praise the eternal justice of man!

All judges had rather that ten innocent should suffer than that one guilty should escape.

It is with considerable difficulty that I remember the original era of my being

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

You will rejoice to hear that no disaster has accompanied the commencement of an enterprise which you have regarded with such evil forebodings.