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One man's life or death were but a small price to pay for the acquirement of the knowledge which I sought
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
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Listen to me, Frankenstein. You accuse me of murder and yet you would, with a satisfied conscience, destroy your own creature. Oh, praise the eternal justice of man!
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My person was hideous and my stature gigantic. What did this mean? Who was I? What was I? Whence did I come? What was my destination? These questions continually recurred, but I was unable to solve them.
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He was soon borne away by the waves and lost in darkness and distance.
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Precious attribute of woe-worn humanity! that can snatch ecstatic emotion, even from under the very share and harrow, that ruthlessly ploughs up and lays waste every hope.
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I was benevolent and good misery made me a fiend. Make me happy, and I shall again be virtuous.
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Nothing is so painful to the human mind as a great and sudden change.
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. . . the companions of our childhood always possess a certain power over our minds which hardly any later friend can obtain.
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I feel exquisite pleasure in dwelling on the recollections of childhood, before misfortune had tainted my mind, and changed its bright visions of extensive usefulness into gloomy and narrow reflections upon self.
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It was the secrets of heaven and earth that I desired to learn and whether it was the outward substance of things or the inner spirit of nature and the mysterious soul of man that occupied me, still my inquiries were directed to the metaphysical, or in its highest sense, the physical secrets of the world.
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All men hate the wretched how, then, must I be hated, who am miserable beyond all living things! Yet you, my creator, detest and spurn me, thy creature, to whom thou are bound by ties only dissoluble by the annihilation of one of us.
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A solitary being is by instinct a wanderer.
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I am alone and miserable. Only someone as ugly as I am could love me.
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How mutable are our feelings, and how strange is that clinging love we have of life even in the excess of misery!
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In other studies you go as far as other have gone before you, and there is nothing more to know but in a scientific pursuit there is continual food for discovery and wonder.
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When I run over the frightful catalogue of my sins, I cannot believe that I am the same creature whose thoughts were once filled with sublime and transcendent visions of the beauty and the majesty of goodness. But it is even so the fallen angel becomes a malignant devil.
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It is hardly surprising that women concentrate on the way they look instead of what is in their minds since not much has been put in their minds to begin with.
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He is dead who called me into being, and when I shall be no more the very remembrance of us both will speedily vanish.
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These wonderful narrations inspired me with strange feelings. Was man, indeed, at once so powerful, so virtuous, and magnificent, yet so vicious and base? He appeared at one time a mere scion of the evil principle and at another as all that can be conceived of noble and godlike.
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Invention, it must be humbly admitted, does not consist in creating out of a void, but out of chaos the materials must in the first place be afforded it can give form to dark, shapeless substances, but cannot bring into being the substance itself.
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Our faults are apt to assume giant and exaggerated forms to our eyes in youth.
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