“...take me where I may forget myself, my existence, and all the world.” — Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Copy Share Image
Once a king ... it was impossible, without risk of life, to sink to a private station. — Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Copy Share Image
One man's life or death were but a small price to pay for the acquirement of the knowledge which I sought — Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Copy Share Image
To examine the causes of life, we must first have recourse to death. — Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Copy Share Image
“My life, as it passes thus, was indeed hateful to me, and it was during sleep alone that I could taste joy.… — Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Copy Share Image
I saw and heard of none like me. Was I then a monster, a blot upon the earth, from which all men… — Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Copy Share Image
What are we, the inhabitants of this globe, least among the many that people infinite space? Our minds embrace infinity; the visible… — Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Copy Share Image
Ennui, the demon, waited at the threshold of his noiseless refuge, and drove away the stirring hopes and enlivening expectations, which form… — Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Copy Share Image
Truly disappointment is the guardian deity of human life; she sits at the threshold of unborn time, and marshals the events as… — Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Copy Share Image
After days and nights of incredible labor and fatigue, I succeeded in discovering the cause of generation and life. Nay, more, I… — Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Copy Share Image
“What is there in our nature that is for ever urging us on towards pain and misery? We are not formed for… — Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Copy Share Image
A truce to philosophy!—Life is before me, and I rush into possession. Hope, glory, love, and blameless ambition are my guides, and… — Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Copy Share Image
I collected the instruments of life around me, that I might infuse a spark of being into the lifeless thing that lay… — Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Copy Share Image
When I step into the batters box. The fans, the noise, the cheers, they all disappear. For that moment, the world is just a… — Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Copy Share
“...the past was blotted from my memory, the present was tranquil, and the future gilded by bright rays of hope, and anticipations of joy.” — Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Copy Share
A lofty sense of independence is, in man, the best privilege of his nature. — Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Copy Share
Standing armies can never consist of resolute robust men; they may be well-disciplined machines, but they will seldom contain men under the influence of… — Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Copy Share
“Of what a strange nature is knowledge! It clings to the mind when it has once seized on it like a lichen on the… — Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Copy Share
She was no longer that happy creature who in earlier youth wandered with me on the banks of the lake and talked with ecstasy… — Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Copy Share
He is dead who called me into being, and when I shall be no more the very remembrance of us both will speedily vanish. — Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Copy Share
After days and nights of incredible labor and fatigue, I succeeded in discovering the cause of generation and life. Nay, more, I became myself… — Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Copy Share
All judges had rather that ten innocent should suffer than that one guilty should escape. — Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Copy Share
“I considered the being whom I had cast among mankind and endowed with the will and power to effect purposes of horror, such as… — Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Copy Share
“But liberty had been a useless gift to me had I not, as I awakened to reason, at the same time awakened to revenge.” — Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Copy Share
Solitude becomes a sort of tangible enemy, the more dangerous, because it dwells within the citadel itself. — Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Copy Share
“As I read, however, I applied much personally to my own feelings and condition. I found myself similar, yet at the same time strangely… — Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Copy Share
“What is there in our nature that is for ever urging us on towards pain and misery? We are not formed for enjoyment; and,… — Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Copy Share
