Life, although it may only be an accumulation of anguish, is dear to me, and I will defend it.
I know that while you are pleased with yourself, you will think of us with affection, and we shall hear regularly from you.
If I cannot inspire love, I will cause fear!
The fallen angel becomes a malignant devil. Yet even that enemy of God and man had friends and associates in his desolation; I am alone.
I am alone and miserable. Only someone as ugly as I am could love me.
I do know that for the sympathy of one living being, I would make peace with all. I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.
There is something at work in my soul, which I do not understand.
Nothing is so painful to the human mind as a great and sudden change.
I suddenly left my home, and bending my steps towards the near Alpine valleys, sought in the magnificence, the eternity of such scenes, to forget myself and my ephemeral, because human, sorrows.