How mutable are our feelings, and how strange is that clinging love we have of life even in the excess of misery!

Beware; for I am fearless, and therefore powerful.

Accursed creator! Why did you form a monster so hideous that even you turned from me in disgust?

The beginning is always today.

Nothing contributes so much to tranquilize the mind as a steady purpose - a point on which the soul may fix its intellectual eye.

If I cannot inspire love, I will cause fear!

You are my creator, but I am your master; Obey!

I beheld the wretch-the miserable monster whom I had created.

There is something at work in my soul, which I do not understand.

Solitude was my only consolation - deep, dark, deathlike solitude.

My dreams were all my own; I accounted for them to nobody; they were my refuge when annoyed - my dearest pleasure when free.

Empathy is the highest qualification one can obtain in order to genuinely love.

Friendship is Love with jewels on, but without either flowers or veil.

Prayer is good, but when baked potatoes and milk are needed, prayer will not supply their place.

By focusing on positive, healthy motivations and letting the more negative ones pass, you can purify the source of you imaginative power.

The storm will pass and the sun will rise again.

A notion for a story is for me a confluence of real events, historical perhaps, or from my own memory to create an exciting fusion.

You must ask for what you really want. / Don't go back to sleep. / The door is round and open. / Don't go back to sleep.

Fhairshon had a son, Who married Noah's daughter, And nearly spoil'd to Flood, By trinking up ta water: Which he would have done, I at least believe it, Had ta mixture peen Only half Glenlivet.