"What does it avail that I am in the midst of a garden, if the flowers bloom not for me?"

"The sentiment of immediate loss in some sort decayed, while that of utter, irremediable loneliness grew on me with time."

"My dreams were at first replete with the terrible circumstances of my creation and murder."

"Sorrow only increased with knowledge."

"A truce to philosophy! —Life is before me, and I rush into possession. Hope, glory, love, and blameless ambition are my guides, and my soul knows no dread."