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

did you not call this a glorious expedition? and wherefore was it glorious? not because the way was smooth and placid as a southern sea, but because it was full of dangers and terror, because at every new incident your fortitude was to be called forth and your courage exhibited, because danger and death surrounded it, and these you were brave to overcome. for this was it a glorious , for this was it an honorable undertaking

Life, although it may only be an accumulation of anguish, is dear to me, and I will defend it.

Men become cannibals of their own hearts; remorse, regret, and restless impatience usurp the place of more wholesome feeling: every thing seems better than that which is.

I could not understand why men who knew all about good and evil could hate and kill each other.

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

What are we, the inhabitants of this globe, least among the many that people infinite space? Our minds embrace infinity; the visible mechanism of our being is subject to merest accident.