There is something so different in Venice from any other place in the world, that you leave at once all accustomed habits and everyday sights to enter an enchanted garden.
Mary Wollstonecraft ShelleyI, a miserable wretch, haunted by a curse that shut up every avenue to enjoyment.
Mary Wollstonecraft ShelleyWhat terrified me will terrify others; and I need only describe the spectre which had haunted my midnight pillow.
Mary Wollstonecraft ShelleyA truce to philosophy!—Life is before me, and I rush into possession. Hope, glory, love, and blameless ambition are my guides, and my soul knows no dread. What has been, though sweet, is gone; the present is good only because it is about to change, and the to come is all my own.
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley