To examine the causes of life, we must first have recourse to death.
There is something at work in my soul which I do not understand.
The world was to me a secret which I desired to divine.
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.
Oh! Be men, or be more than men. Be steady to your purposes and firm as a rock. This ice is not made of such stuff as your hearts may be; it is mutable and cannot withstand you if you say that it shall not.
Nothing is so painful to the human mind as a great and sudden change.
Nothing is more painful to the human mind, than, after the feelings have been worked up by a quick succession of events, the dead calmness of inaction and certainty which follows, arid deprives the soul both of hope and fear.
Man, you shall repent of the injuries you inflict.
Man, how ignorant art thou in thy pride of wisdom!
Live, and be happy, and make others so.
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!
Life, although it may only be an accumulation of anguish, is dear to me, and I will defend it.
