Terror made me cruel.

Terror made me cruel . . .

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

Having leveled my palace, don't erect a hovel and complacently admire your own charity in giving me that for a home.

I'll walk where my own nature would be leading: It vexes me to choose another guide.

I have dreamed in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind.