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He is dead who called me into being, and when I shall be no more the very remembrance of us both will speedily vanish.
Man," I cried, "how ignorant art thou in thy pride of wisdom!
The fallen angel becomes a malignant devil.
...learn from my miseries, and do not seek to increase your own.
In my joy I thrust my hand into the live embers, but quickly drew it out with a cry of pain. How strange, I thought that the same cause should produce such opposite effects.
...once I falsely hoped to meet the beings who, pardoning my outward form, would love me for the excellent qualities which I was capable of unfolding.
With how many things are we on the brink of becoming acquainted, if cowardice or carelessness did not restrain our inquiries.
Life and death appeared to me ideal bounds, which I should first break through, and pour a torrent of light into our dark world.
And now, once again, I bid my hideous progeny go forth and prosper. I have an affection for it, for it was the offspring of happy days, when death and grief were but words, which found no true echo in my heart.
The very winds whispered in soothing accents, and maternal Nature bade me weep no more.
The agony of my feelings allowed me no respite; no incident occurred from which my rage and misery could not extract its food.
But I am a blasted tree; the bolt has entered my soul; and I felt then that I should survive to exhibit what I shall soon cease to be - a miserable spectacle of wrecked humanity, pitiable to others and intolerable to myself.
I am very averse to bringing myself forward in print, but as my account will only appear as an appendage to a former production, and as it will be confined to such topics as have connection with my authorship alone, I can hardly accuse myself of a personal intrusion.
Invention, it must be humbly admitted, does not consist in creating out of void, but out of chaos.
Nothing contributes so much to tranquilize the mind as a steady purpose - a point on which the soul may fix its intellectual eye.
Elegance is inferior to virtue.
What terrified me will terrify others; and I need only describe the spectre which had haunted my midnight pillow.
I leave a sad and bitter world; and if you remember me, and think of me as of one unjustly condemned, I am resigned to the fate awaiting me.
The guilty are allowed, by human laws, bloody as they are, to speak in their own defence before they are condemned.
But her's was the misery of innocence, which, like a cloud that passes over the fair moon, for a while hides, but cannot tarnish its brightness.
From my birth I have aspired like the eagle - but unlike the eagle, my wings have failed. . . . Congratulate me then that I have found a fitting scope for my powers.
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