Her Countenance Was All Expression; Her Eyes

Everything Must Have A Beginning ... And That Beginning Must Be Linked To Something That Went Before.

I Felt Emotions Of Gentleness And Pleasure, That Had Long Appeared Dead, Revive Within Me. Half Surprised By The Novelty Of These Sensations, I Allowed Myself To Be Borne Away By Them, And Forgetting My Solitude And Deformity, Dared To Be Happy.

Curiosity, Earnest Research To Learn The Hidden Laws Of Nature, Gladness Akin To Rapture, As They Unfolded To Me, Are Among The Earliest Sensations I Can Remember.

I Am Alone And Miserable. Only Someone As Ugly As I Am Could Love Me.

The Labours Of Men Of Genius, However Erroneously Directed, Scarcely Ever Fail In Ultimately Turning To The Solid Advantage Of Mankind.