A man would make but a very sorry chemist if he attended to that department of human knowledge alone. - Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

I am a strange compound of weakness and resolution! However, if I must suffer, I will endeavour to suffer in silence. There is certainly a great defect in my mind — my wayward heart creates its own misery — Why I am made thus I cannot tell; and, till I can form some idea of the whole of my existence, I must be content to weep and dance like a child — long for a toy, and be tired of it as soon as I get it.

Life and death appeared to me ideal bounds, which I should first break through, and pour a torrent of light into our dark world.

Am I to be thought the only criminal, when all humankind sinned against me?