The most beautiful adventures are not those we go to seek. - Robert Louis Stevenson

The fog still slept on the wing above the drowned city, where the lamps glimmered like carbuncles; and through the muffle and smother of these fallen clouds, the procession of the town's life was still rolling in through the great arteries with a sound as of a mighty wind.

I often think the happiest consequences seem to follow when a gentelman consults his lawyer, and takes all the law allows him.

Here then, as I lay down the pen and proceed to seal up my confession, I bring the life of that unhappy Henry Jekyll to an end.