I Am Malicious Because I Am Miserable

When I Run Over The Frightful Catalogue Of My Sins, I Cannot Believe That I Am The Same Creature Whose Thoughts Were Once Filled With Sublime And Transcendent Visions Of The Beauty And The Majesty Of Goodness. But It Is Even So; The Fallen Angel Becomes A Malignant Devil.

If The Study To Which You Apply Yourself Has A Tendency To Weaken Your Affections And To Destroy Your Taste For Those Simple Pleasures In Which No Alloy Can Possibly Mix, Then That Study Is Certainly Unlawful, That Is To Say, Not Befitting The Human Mind.

Everything Must Have A Beginning ... And That Beginning Must Be Linked To Something That Went Before.

Devil, Do You Dare Approach Me? And Do You Not Fear The Fierce Vengeance Of My Arm Wreaked On Your Miserable Head?

But Her's Was The Misery Of Innocence, Which, Like A Cloud That Passes Over The Fair Moon, For A While Hides, But Cannot Tarnish Its Brightness.