After days and nights of incredible labor and fatigue, I succeeded in discovering the cause of generation and life. Nay, more, I became myself capable of bestowing animation upon lifeless matter.

Thus strangely are our souls constructed, and by slight ligaments are we bound to prosperity and ruin.

. . . the companions of our childhood always possess a certain power over our minds which hardly any later friend can obtain.

My own mind began to grow, watchful with anxoius thoughts.

Women are told from their infancy, and taught by the example of their mothers, that a little knowledge of human weakness, justly termed cunning, softness of temper, outward obedience and a scrupulous attention to a puerile kind of propriety, will obtain for them the protection of man.

He is dead who called me into being, and when I shall be no more the very remembrance of us both will speedily vanish.

A solitary being is by instinct a wanderer.