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

The guilty are allowed, by human laws, bloody as they are, to speak in their own defence before they are condemned.

Solitude was my only consolation - deep, dark, deathlike solitude.

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.

...if I see but one smile on your lips when we meet, occasioned by this or any other exertion of mine, I shall need no other happiness.

I am alone and miserable. Only someone as ugly as I am could love me.

Beware; for I am fearless, and therefore powerful.