my mind is a world in itself, which I have peopled with my own creatures.

Nature formed me fierce.

He is mad, bad and dangerous to know.

It is the common failing of an ambitious mind to over-rate itself.

My life has not been the best possible. The slave of impulse, I have rushed forward to my own destruction.

I possessed what is called the best of hearts -- a dangerous possession, as it is generally accompanied by the strongest passions, and the weakest judgment.

real misery delights not in reproaches and complaints. It is like charity and love - silent, long suffering and mild.

the sins of children rise up in judgment against their parents.

a weak and irresolute disposition is often more destructive than determined vice.

Depend upon it, after all, Thomas, Literature is the most noble of professions. In fact, it is about the only one fit for a man. For my own part, there is no seducing me from the path.

Start the conversion process and birth your products.

This is about your future. Nobody else can make the decision for you.

I am a person of the 18th century.

Certainly, it seems true enough that there's a good deal of irony in the world... I mean, if you live in a world full of politicians and advertising, there's obviously a lot of deception.

Stable growth ensures employment.

often when I thought I joked, I told the truth, afraid to speak it except in jest.

There are two kinds of people in the world: Submissive and rebellious. The problem of the world is that majority is in the first category!

Happy and sad, elated and miserable, secure and afraid, loved and denied, patient and angry, peaceful and wild, complete and empty...all of it. I would feel everything. It would all be mine.

No, I had never intentionally caused anyone physical pain, but I had hurt Ian deeply enough just by hurting myself. Human lives were so impossibly tangled. What a mess.