"What is there in our nature that is forever urging us on towards pain and misery?"

"Invention, it must be humbly admitted, does not consist in creating out of void, but out of chaos."

"If I have no ties and no affections, hatred and vice must be my portion."

"The fallen angel becomes a malignant devil. Yet even the enemy of God and man had friends and associates in his desolation; I am alone."

"The whole series of my life appeared to me as a dream; I sometimes doubted if indeed it were all true, for it never presented itself to my mind with the force of reality."