“Poor William! That dear child; he now sleeps with his angel mother. His friends mourn and weep, but he is at rest: he does not now feel the murderer's grasp; a sod covers his gentle form, and he knows no… — Mary Shelly Copy Share Image
“I was seized by remorse and the sense of guilt, which hurried me away to a hell of intense tortures as no language can… — MARY SHELLY Copy Share Image
“I thought and pondered -- vainly. I felt that blank incapability of invention which is the greatest misery of authorship, when dull Nothing replies… — Mary Shelly Copy Share Image
“I allowed my thoughts, unchecked by reason, to ramble in the fields of Paradise, and dared to fancy amiable and lovely creatures sympathizing with… — Mary Shelly Copy Share Image
“I thank you, Walton," he said, "for your kind intentions towards to miserable a wretch; but when you speak of new ties and fresh… — Mary Shelly Copy Share Image
“I spread the whole earth out as a map before me. On no one spot of its surface could I put my finger and… — Mary Shelly Copy Share Image
“Poor William! That dear child; he now sleeps with his angel mother. His friends mourn and weep, but he is at rest: he does… — Mary Shelly Copy Share Image
“I endeavoured to crush these fears and to fortify myself for the trial which in a few months I resolved to undergo; and sometimes… — MARY SHELLY Copy Share Image
