I am not a person of opinions because I feel the counter arguments too strongly.

The labours of men of genius, however erroneously directed, scarcely ever fail in ultimately turning to the solid advantage of mankind.

I trembled, and my heart failed within me; when, on looking up, I saw, by the light of the moon, the daemon at the casement.

The fallen angel becomes a malignant devil.

My dreams were at once more fantastic and agreeable than my writings.

Devil, do you dare approach me? and do you not fear the fierce vengeance of my arm wreaked on your miserable head?

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.