Satan has his companions, fellow-devils, to admire and encourage him; but I am solitary and detested.

Evil thenceforth became my good.

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

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

For a moment my soul was elevated from its debasing and miserable fears to which these sights were the monuments and the remembrances. For an instant I dared to shake off my chains, and look around me with a free and lofty spirit; but the iron had eaten into my flesh, and I sank again, trembling and hopeless, into my miserable self.

He was soon borne away by the waves and lost in darkness and distance.

I was benevolent and good; misery made me a fiend. Make me happy, and I shall again be virtuous.