I feel a cold northern breeze play upon my cheeks, which braces my nerves and fills me with delight. - Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

When falsehood can look so like the truth, who can assure themselves of certain happiness?

nothing contributes so much to tranquilize the mind as a steady purpose

Had I right, for my own benefit, to inflict this curse upon everlasting generations? I had before been moved by the sophisms of the being I had created; I had been struck senseless by his fiendish threats; but now, for the first time, the wickedness of my promise burst upon me; I shuddered to think that future ages might curse me as their pest, whose selfishness had not hesitated to buy its own peace at the price, perhaps, of the existence of the whole human race.