Oh! Stars and clouds and winds, ye are all about to mock me; if ye really pity me, crush sensation and memory; let me become as nought; but if not, depart, depart, and leave me in darkness.

It is with considerable difficulty that I remember the original era of my being...

I seemed to have lost all soul or sensation but for this one pursuit

Remember that I have power; you believe yourself miserable, but I can make you so wretched that the light of day will be hateful to you. You are my creator, but I am your master--obey!

¡Que extraña cosa el conocimiento! Una vez que ha penetrado en la mente, se aferra a ella como la hiedra a la roca.

I persuaded myself that I was dreaming until night should come and that I should then enjoy reality in the arms of my dearest friends.

¿ Era el hombre, efectivamente, tan poderoso, tan virtuoso y magnífico, y no obstante tan depravado y tan bajo? Unas veces parecía un mero vástago del principio del mal; otras,lo más noble y divino que cabe imaginar.

If such lovely creatures were miserable, it was less strange that I, an imperfect and solitary being. should be wretched.

I do not know,' said the man, 'what the custom of the English may be; but it is the custom of the Irish to hate villains.