“Man was born for society. However little He may be attached to the World, He never can wholly forget it, or bear to be wholly forgotten by it. Disgusted at the guilt or absurdity of Mankind, the Misanthrope flies from… — Matthew Gregory Lewis Copy Share
“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 wholly forgotten by it. Disgusted at the guilt or absurdity of Mankind, the Misanthrope flies from it: He resolves to become an Hermit, and buries himself in the Cavern of some gloomy Rock. While Hate inflames… — Matthew Gregory Lewis Copy Share
“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
