My Education Was Neglected, Yet I Was

Unhappy Man! Do You Share My Maddness? Have You Drunk Also Of The Intoxicating Draught? Hear Me; Let Me Reveal My Tale, And You Will Dash The Cup From Your Lips!

Our Feelings Probably Are Not Less Strong At Fifty Than They Were Ten Or Fifteen Years Before; But They Have Changed Their Objects, And Dwell On Far Different Prospects. At Five-and-thirty A Man Thinks Of What His Own Existence Is; When The Maturity Of Age Has Grown Into Its Autumn, He Is Wrapt Up In That Of Others. The Loss Of Wife Or Child Then Becomes More Deplorable, As Being Impossible To Repair; For No Fresh Connection Can Give Us Back The Companion Of Our Earlier Years, Nor A "new-sprung Race" Compensate For That, Whose Career We Hoped To See Run.

Hateful Day When I Received Life!' I Exclaimed In Agony. 'accursed Creator! Why Did You Form A Monster So Hideous That Even You Turned From Me In Disgust? God, In Pity, Made Man Beautiful And Alluring, After His Own Image; But My Form Is A Filthy Type Of Yours, More Horrid Even From The Very Resemlance. Satan Had His Companions, Fellow-devils, To Admire And Encourage Him; But I Am Solitary And Abhorred.' - Frankenstein

How Mutable Are Our Feelings, And How Strange Is That Clinging Love We Have Of Life Even In The Excess Of Misery!

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