Fear Is The Parent Of Cruelty.

Experience Is No More Transferable In Morals Than In Art.

The Moral System Of The Universe Is Like A Document Written In Alternate Ciphers, Which Change From Line To Line.

When A Woman's Heart Is Flowing Over For The First Time With Deep And Passionate Love, She Is All Love. Every Faculty Of Her Soul Rushes Together In The Intensity Of The One Feeling; Thought, Reflection, Conscience, Duty, The Past, The Future, They Are Names To Her Light As The Breath Which Speaks Them; Her Soul Is Full.

I Cannot Think The Disputes And Jealousies Of Heaven Are Tried And Settled By The Swords Of Earth.

I Think Nature, If She Interests Herself Much About Her Children, Must Often Feel That, Like The Miserable Frankenstein, With Her Experimenting Among The Elements Of Humanity, She Has Brought Beings Into Existence Who Have No Business Here; Who Can Do None Of Her Work, And Endure None Of Her Favours; Whose Life Is Only Suffering; And Whose Action Is One Long Protest Against The Ill Foresight Which Flung Them Into Consciousness.