Life and death appeared to me ideal bounds, which I should first break through, and pour a torrent of light into our dark world.

My spirit will sleep in peace; or if it thinks, it will not surely think thus. Farewell.

The fallen angel becomes a malignant devil.

Beware; for I am fearless, and therefore powerful.

I also became a poet, and for one year lived in a Paradise of my own creation; I imagined that I also might obtain a niche in the temple where the names of Homer and Shakespeare are consecrated.

...we are unfashioned creatures, but half made up, if one wiser, better, dearer than ourselves - such a friend ought to be - do not lend his aid to perfectionate our weak and faulty natures.

Life is obstinate and clings closest where it is most hated.