Happiness is in its highest degree the sister of goodness.

Women are told from their infancy, and taught by the example of their mothers, that a little knowledge of human weakness, justly termed cunning, softness of temper, outward obedience and a scrupulous attention to a puerile kind of propriety, will obtain for them the protection of man.

...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.

But her's was the misery of innocence, which, like a cloud that passes over the fair moon, for a while hides, but cannot tarnish its brightness.

A solitary being is by instinct a wanderer.

We are fashioned creatures, but half made up. - Victor Frankenstein

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