Happiness is in its highest degree the sister of goodness.

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

Life, although it may only be an accumulation of anguish, is dear to me, and I will defend it.

Accursed creator! Why did you form a monster so hideous that even you turned from me in disgust?

It may...be judged indecent in me to come forward on this occasion; but when I see a fellow-creature about to perish through the cowardice of her pretended friends, I wish to be allowed to speak, that I may say what I know of her character.

What can stop the determined heart and resolved will of man?

What are we, the inhabitants of this globe, least among the many that people infinite space? Our minds embrace infinity; the visible mechanism of our being is subject to merest accident.