Devil, Do You Dare Approach Me? And

When Falsehood Can Look So Like The Truth, Who Can Assure Themselves Of Certain Happiness?

Teach Him To Think For Himself? Oh, My God, Teach Him Rather To Think Like Other People!

Look Forward To Future Years, If Not With Eager Anticipation, Yet With A Calm Reliance Upon The Power Of Good, Wholly Remote From Despair.

Why Did I Not Die? More Miserable Than Man Ever Was Before, Why Did I Not Sink Into Forgetfulness And Rest? Death Snatches Away Many Blooming Children, The Only Hopes Of Their Doting Parents: How Many Brides And Youthful Lovers Have Been One Day In The Bloom Of Health And Hope, And The Next A Prey For Worms And The Decay Of The Tomb! Of What Materials Was I Made, That I Could Thus Resist So Many Shocks, Which, Like The Turning Of The Wheel, Continually Renewed The Torture? But I Was Doomed To Live.

We Are Fashioned Creatures, But Half Made Up. - Victor Frankenstein