"I was never so mad as to believe that I could create a being."

"Blasted as I was, I could not bear to look on the face of man."

"Oh! grief is fantastic; it weaves a web on which to trace the history of its woe from every form and change around; it incorporates itself with all living nature; it finds sustenance in every object; …"

"It is hardly surprising that women concentrate on the way they look instead of what is in their minds since not much has been put in their minds to begin with."

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