Quotes by Matthew Lewis, The Monk

Explore a curated collection of 14 quotes by Matthew Lewis, The Monk. Discover timeless wisdom, insightful thoughts, and memorable words that have inspired readers around the world. Browse through the gallery below and click on any quote to read more.

Man was born for society. However little He may be attached to the World, He never can wholly forget it, or bear to be w — Matthew Lewis, The Monk
He, who thought it necessary to maintain himself in her good graces, strove to console her under her disappointment by c — Matthew Lewis, The Monk
Man of an hard heart! Hear me, Proud, Stern, and Cruel! You could have saved me; you could have restored me to happiness — Matthew Lewis, The Monk
No one is adequate to comprehending the misery of my lot! Fate obliges me to be constantly in movement: I am not permitt — Matthew Lewis, The Monk
An author, whether good or bad, or between both, is an animal whom every body is privileged to attack: for though all ar — Matthew Lewis, The Monk
Guilt, did I say? In what consists ours, unless in the opinion of an ill-judging world? — Matthew Lewis, The Monk
In short, to enter the lists of literature is wilfully to expose yourself to the arrows of neglect, ridicule, envy, and — Matthew Lewis, The Monk
By this time he had discovered that his neighbour was not very conversible; But whether her silence proceeded from pride — Matthew Lewis, The Monk
She sealed his lips with a wanton kiss; 'Though I forgive your breaking your vows to heaven, I expect you to keep your v — Matthew Lewis, The Monk
Ambrosio was yet to learn, that to an heart unacquainted with her, Vice is ever most dangerous when lurking behind the M — Matthew Lewis, The Monk
You are mine, and Heaven itself cannot rescue you from my power. — Matthew Lewis, The Monk
Open your eyes, Ambrosio, and be prudent. Hell is your lot; You are doomed to eternal perdition; Nought lies beyond your — Matthew Lewis, The Monk
Sometimes I felt the bloated Toad, hideous and pampered with the poisonous vapours of the dungeon, dragging his loathsom — Matthew Lewis, The Monk
I must have your soul ; must have it mine, and mine for ever. — Matthew Lewis, The Monk