Devil, do you dare approach me? and do you not fear the fierce vengeance of my arm wreaked on your miserable head? - Mary Wollstonecraft

But he found that a traveller's life is one that includes much pain amidst its enjoyments. His feelings are for ever on the stretch; and when he begins to sink into repose, he finds himself obliged to quit that on which he rests in pleasure for something new, which again engages his attention, and which also he forsakes for other novelties.

What did this mean? Who was I? What was I? Whence did I come? What was my destination?

Remember that I have power; you believe yourself miserable, but I can make you so wretched that the light of day will be hateful to you. You are my creator, but I am your master; — obey!