“Poor Matilda! She sleeps in the Grave, and her broken heart throbs no more with passion.” — Matthew Gregory Lewis Copy Share Image
“Open your eyes, Ambrosio, and be prudent. Hell is your lot; You are doomed to eternal perdition; Nought lies beyond your grave but a… — Matthew Gregory Lewis Copy Share Image
“Guilt, did I say? In what consists ours, unless in the opinion of an ill-judging world?” — Matthew Gregory Lewis Copy Share Image
“When I said I should die in your service with pleasure, I intended to live in it many long years; since, to tell you… — Matthew Gregory Lewis Copy Share Image
“She was about forty: In her youth She had been a Beauty; But her charms had been upon that large scale which can but… — Matthew Gregory Lewis Copy Share Image
“Authorship is a mania to conquer which no reasons are sufficiently strong.” — Matthew Gregory Lewis Copy Share Image
“I will go," said Lorenzo. And Lorenzo stayed, where he was.” — Matthew Gregory Lewis Copy Share Image
“By this time he had discovered that his neighbour was not very conversible; But whether her silence proceeded from pride, discretion, timidity, or idiotism,… — Matthew Gregory Lewis Copy Share Image
“Ambrosio was yet to learn, that to an heart unacquainted with her, Vice is ever most dangerous when lurking behind the Mask of Virtue.” — Matthew Gregory Lewis Copy Share Image
“Man was born for society. However little He may be attached to the World, He never can wholly forget it, or bear to be… — Matthew Gregory Lewis Copy Share Image
“Escribir es una manía frente a la cual ninguna razón es suficientemente sólida; tan fácil sería convencerme a mí de que no ame, como… — matthew gregory lewis Copy Share Image
“Poor Matilda! She sleeps in the Grave, and her broken heart throbs no more with passion.” — Matthew Gregory Lewis Copy Share Image
“In short, to enter the lists of literature is wilfully to expose yourself to the arrows of neglect, ridicule, envy, and disappointment. Whether you… — Matthew Gregory Lewis Copy Share Image
