“When tenderness softened her heart, and the sublime feeling of universal love penetrated her, she found no voice that replied so well to hers as the gentle singing of the pines under the air of noon, and the soft murmurs… — Mary Shelley Copy Share Image
“What is the world, except that which we feel? Love, and hope, and delight, or sorrow and tears; these are our lives, our realities, to which we give the names of power, possession, misfortune, and death.” — Mary Shelley Copy Share Image
“but now that I had finished, the beauty of the dream vanished, and breathless horror and disgust filled my heart” — Mary Shelley Copy Share Image
“I wished, as it were, to procrastinate all that related to my feelings of affection until the great object, which swallowed up every habit… — Mary Shelley Copy Share Image
“A sense of security, a feeling that a truce was established between the present hour and the irresistible, disastrous future imparted to me a… — Mary Shelley Copy Share Image
“voyage to render their seeming eccentricities consistent forever. I shall satiate my ardent curiosity with the sight of a part of the world never… — Mary Shelley Copy Share Image
“I agree with you," replied the stranger; "we are unfashioned creatures, but half made up, if one wiser, better, dearer than ourselves -- such… — Mary Shelley Copy Share Image
“I write a few lines in haste to say that I am safe—and well advanced on my voyage. This letter will reach England by… — Mary Shelley Copy Share Image
“I enjoyed this scene; and yet my enjoyment was embittered both by the memory of the past, and the anticipation of the future. I… — Mary Shelley Copy Share Image
“I learned that the possessions most esteemed by your fellow-creatures were, high and unsullied descent united with riches. A man might be respected with… — Mary Shelley Copy Share Image
“These are my enticements, and they are sufficient to conquer all fear of danger or death and to induce me to commence this laborious… — Mary Shelley Copy Share Image
“I will tell my story, and my reader shall judge for me. I will tell my story, and so contrive to pass some few… — Mary Shelley Copy Share Image
“A man would make but a very sorry chemist if he attended to that department of human knowledge alone.” — Mary Shelley Copy Share Image
