And now, once again, I bid my hideous progeny go forth and prosper. I have an affection for it, for it was the offspring of happy days, when death and grief were but words, which found no true echo in my heart.

Man," I cried, "how ignorant art thou in thy pride of wisdom!

I beheld the wretch-the miserable monster whom I had created.

...learn from my miseries, and do not seek to increase your own.

The different accidents of life are not so changeable as the feelings of human nature.

My person was hideous and my stature gigantic. What did this mean? Who was I? What was I? Whence did I come? What was my destination? These questions continually recurred, but I was unable to solve them.

I feel exquisite pleasure in dwelling on the recollections of childhood, before misfortune had tainted my mind, and changed its bright visions of extensive usefulness into gloomy and narrow reflections upon self.