When Falsehood Can Look So Like The

Invention, It Must Be Humbly Admitted, Does Not Consist In Creating Out Of A Void, But Out Of Chaos; The Materials Must In The First Place Be Afforded; It Can Give Form To Dark, Shapeless Substances, But Cannot Bring Into Being The Substance Itself.

At The Age Of Twenty Six I Am In The Condition Of An Aged Person - All My Old Friends Are Gone... & My Heart Fails When I Think By How Few Ties I Hold To The World.

The Moon Gazed On My Midnight Labours, While, With Unrelaxed And Breathless Eagerness, I Pursued Nature To Her Hiding Places.

The Modern Masters Promise Very Little

So Much Has Been Done, Exclaimed The Soul Of Frankenstein - More, Far More, Will I Achieve; Treading In The Steps Already Marked, I Will Pioneer A New Way, Explore Unknown Powers, And Unfold To The World The Deepest Mysteries Of Creation.