When Falsehood Can Look So Like The

My Heart Was Fashioned To Be Susceptible Of Love And Sympathy, And When Wrenched By Misery To Vice And Hatred, It Did Not Endure The Violence Of The Change Without Torture Such As You Cannot Even Imagine.

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

The Different Accidents Of Life Are Not So Changeable As The Feelings Of Human Nature.

Once A King ... It Was Impossible, Without Risk Of Life, To Sink To A Private Station.

My Dreams Were All My Own; I Accounted For Them To Nobody; They Were My Refuge When Annoyed - My Dearest Pleasure When Free.