We Are Fashioned Creatures, But Half Made

After Days And Nights Of Incredible Labor And Fatigue, I Succeeded In Discovering The Cause Of Generation And Life. Nay, More, I Became Myself Capable Of Bestowing Animation Upon Lifeless Matter.

Sorrow Only Increased With Knowledge.

The Instructor Can Scarcely Give Sensibility Where It Is Essentially Wanting, Nor Talent To The Unpercipient Block. But He Can Cultivate And Direct The Affections Of The Pupil, Who Puts Forth, As A Parasite, Tendrils By Which To Cling, Not Knowing To What - To A Supporter Or A Destroyer.

I Required Kindness And Sympathy, But I Did Not Believe Myself Utterly Unworthy Of It.

And The Violet Lay Dead While The Odour Flew On The Wings Of The Wind O'er The Waters Blue.