Of what a strange nature is knowledge! It clings to a mind when it has once seized on it like a lichen on a rock." - Frankenstein p115

Sorrow only increased with knowledge.

One as deformed and horrible as myself, could not deny herself to me. My companion must be of the same species, and have the same defects... with whom I can live in the interchange of those sympathies necessary for my being.

The modern masters promise very little

Thus strangely are our souls constructed, and by slight ligaments are we bound to prosperity and ruin.

Teach him to think for himself? Oh, my God, teach him rather to think like other people!

What terrified me will terrify others; and I need only describe the spectre which had haunted my midnight pillow.