All Judges Had Rather That Ten Innocent

Life And Death Appeared To Me Ideal Bounds, Which I Should First Break Through, And Pour A Torrent Of Light Into Our Dark World.

I Beheld The Wretch-the Miserable Monster Whom I Had Created.

Evil Thenceforth Became My Good.

Life Is Obstinate And Clings Closest Where It Is Most Hated.

Her Countenance Was All Expression; Her Eyes Were Not Dark But Impenetrably Deep; You Seemed To Discover Space After Space In Their Intellectual Glance.