You know I am not born to tread in the beaten track — the peculiar bent of my nature pushes me on. - Mary Wollstonecraft

There is love in me the likes of which you've never seen. There is rage in me the likes of which should never escape. If I am not satisfied int he one, I will indulge the other.

I was required to exchange chimeras of boundless grandeur for realities of little worth.

Such a man has a double existence: he may suffer misery and be overwhelmed by disappointments, yet, when he has retired into himself, he will be like a celestial spirit, that has a halo around him, within whose circle no grief or folly ventures.