It is well. I go; but remember, I shall be with you on your wedding-night. - Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

I was benevolent and good; misery made me a fiend. Make me happy, and I shall again be virtuous.

I felt emotions of gentleness and pleasure, that had long appeared dead, revive within me. Half surprised by the novelty of these sensations, I allowed myself to be borne away by them, and forgetting my solitude and deformity, dared to be happy.

Alas! Victor, when falsehood can look so like the truth, who can look so like the truth, who can assure themselves of certain happiness?