My dreams were at once more fantastic and agreeable than my writings.
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
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 grief were but words, which found no true echo in my heart.
death
A slavish bondage to parents cramps every faculty of the mind.
mind
dreams
The agony of my feelings allowed me no respite; no incident occurred from which my rage and misery could not extract its food.
food
Elegance is inferior to virtue.
virtues
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