Elizabeth was of a calmer and more concentrated disposition; but, with all my ardour, I was capable of a more intense application and was more deeply smitten with the thirst for knowledge.

Our circle will be small but bound close by the ties of affection and mutual misfortune.

I knew that I was preparing for myself a deadly torture, but I was the slave, not the master, of an impulse which I detested yet could not disobey.

The triumph of my enemy increased with the difficulty of my labours.

Elizabeth seemed happy; my tranquil demeanour contributed greatly to calm her mind.

I recollected my threat and resolved that it should be accomplished.

Shall I, in cool blood, set loose upon the earth a daemon whose delight is in death and wretchedness?

"Yes."

I love you very tenderly. Remember me with affection, should you never hear from me again.

Those were the last moments of my life during which I enjoyed the feeling of happiness.

She wept with me and for me.