Solitude Becomes A Sort Of

I Am Alone And Miserable. Only Someone As Ugly As I Am Could Love Me.

A Mind Of Moderate Capacity Which Closely Pursues One Study Must Infallibly Arrive At Great Proficiency In That Study.

Unhappy Man! Do You Share My Maddness? Have You Drunk Also Of The Intoxicating Draught? Hear Me; Let Me Reveal My Tale, And You Will Dash The Cup From Your Lips!

Her Countenance Was All Expression; Her Eyes Were Not Dark But Impenetrably Deep; You Seemed To Discover Space After Space In Their Intellectual Glance.

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.