But it is a strange experience, to a man of pride and sensibility, to know that his interests are within the control of individuals who neither love … - Nathaniel Hawthorne

The scene was not without a mixture of awe, such as must always invest the spectacle of guilt and shame in a fellow creature, before society shall have grown corrupt enough to smile, instead of shuddering at it.

What would a man do, if he were compelled to live always in the sultry heat of society, and could never bathe himself in cool solitude?

But, nevertheless, it is anything but agreeable to be haunted by a suspicion that one's intellect is dwindling away, or exhaling, without your consciousness, like ether out of a phial; so that, at every glance, you find a smaller and less volatile residuum.