Life and death appeared to me ideal bounds, which I should first break through, and pour a torrent of light into our dark world.

I do not wish women to have power over men; but over themselves.

I do not wish women to have power over men; but over themselves.

My dreams were at once more fantastic and agreeable than my writings.

I am very averse to bringing myself forward in print, but as my account will only appear as an appendage to a former production, and as it will be confined to such topics as have connection with my authorship alone, I can hardly accuse myself of a personal intrusion.

The agony of my feelings allowed me no respite; no incident occurred from which my rage and misery could not extract its food.

My dreams were all my own; I accounted for them to nobody; they were my refuge when annoyed - my dearest pleasure when free.