Occupation: Novelist Birth: November 13, 1785 Death: January 26, 1828
Nature formed me fierce..
My life has not been the best possible. The slave of impulse, I have rushed forward to my own destruction..
He is mad, bad and dangerous to know..
It is said there is no happiness, and no love to be compared to that which is felt for the first time. Most persons erroneously think so; but love li….
the sins of children rise up in judgment against their parents..
There is nothing so difficult to describe as happiness. Whether some feeling of envy enters into the mind upon hearing of it, or whether it is so cal….
It is the common failing of an ambitious mind to over-rate itself..
my mind is a world in itself, which I have peopled with my own creatures..
I possessed what is called the best of hearts -- a dangerous possession, as it is generally accompanied by the strongest passions, and the weakest ju….
a weak and irresolute disposition is often more destructive than determined vice..
real misery delights not in reproaches and complaints. It is like charity and love - silent, long suffering and mild..