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.

In my joy I thrust my hand into the live embers, but quickly drew it out with a cry of pain. How strange, I thought that the same cause should produce such opposite effects.

The very winds whispered in soothing accents, and maternal Nature bade me weep no more.

Standing armies can never consist of resolute robust men; they may be well-disciplined machines, but they will seldom contain men under the influence of strong passions, or with very vigorous faculties.

I required kindness and sympathy, but I did not believe myself utterly unworthy of it.

Polluted by crimes, and torn by the bitterest remorse, where can I find rest but in death?

Of what a strange nature is knowledge! It clings to a mind when it has once seized on it like a lichen on a rock." - Frankenstein p115