Dreams My dreams were all my own; I accounted for them to nobody; they were my refuge when annoyed - my dearest pleasure when free. Mary Shelley 0
Death Life and death appeared to me ideal bounds, which I should first break through, and pour a torrent of light into our dark world. Mary Shelley 0
Death And now, once again, I bid my hideous progeny go forth and prosper. I have an affection for it, for it was the offspring of happy days, when death and... Mary Shelley 0
Soul But I am a blasted tree; the bolt has entered my soul; and I felt then that I should survive to exhibit what I shall soon cease to be - a miserable... Mary Shelley 0
Soul Nothing contributes so much to tranquilize the mind as a steady purpose - a point on which the soul may fix its intellectual eye. Mary Shelley 1
