My education was neglected, yet I was passionately fond of reading.

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

None but those who have experienced them can conceive of the enticements of science.

Beware; for I am fearless, and therefore powerful.

Ennui, the demon, waited at the threshold of his noiseless refuge, and drove away the stirring hopes and enlivening expectations, which form the better part of life.

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

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!