I am malicious because I am miserable. (104)
My future hopes and prospects are entirely bound up in the expectation of our union. (109)
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 spectacle of wrecked humanity, pitiable to others, and intolerable to myself. (116-117)
All my speculation and hopes are as nothing; and, like the archangel who aspired to omnipotence, I am chained in an eternal hell. (157)
..but, I fear, I have gained him only to know his value, and lose him. (157)
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