I Am Malicious Because I Am Miserable

One As Deformed And Horrible As Myself, Could Not Deny Herself To Me. My Companion Must Be Of The Same Species, And Have The Same Defects... With Whom I Can Live In The Interchange Of Those Sympathies Necessary For My Being.

Oh! Grief Is Fantastic; It Weaves A Web On Which To Trace The History Of Its Woe From Every Form And Change Around; It Incorporates Itself With All Living Nature; It Finds Sustenance In Every Object; As Light, It Fills All Things, And, Like Light, It Gives Its Own Colors To All.

But Success Shall Crown My Endeavours. Wherefore Not? Thus Far I Have Gone, Tracking A Secure Way Over The Pathless Seas: The Very Stars Themselves Being Witnesses And Testimonies Of My Triumph. Why Not Still Proceed Over The Untamed Yet Obedient Element? What Can Stop The Determined Heart And Resolved Will Of Man?

The World To Me Was A Secret, Which I Desired To Discover; To Her It Was A Vacancy, Which She Sought To People With Imaginations Of Her Own.

Invention Consists In The Capacity Of Seizing On The Capabilities Of A Subject, And In The Power Of Moulding And Fashioning Ideas Suggested To It.