“ Life, although it may only be an accumulation of anguish, is dear to me, and I will defend it. ”
The fallen angel becomes a malignant devil. Yet even that enemy of God and man had friends and associates in his desolation, I am alone.
~ Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
There was a considerable difference between the ages of my parents, but this circumstance seemed to unite them only closer in bonds of devoted affection.
Seek happiness in tranquility and avoid ambition even if it be only the apparently innocent one of distinguishing yourself in science and discoveries.
One as deformed and horrible as myself, could not deny herself to me. My companion must be of the same species, and have the same defects... with whom I can live in the interchange of those sympathies necessary for my being...