As I looked there came, I thought a change - he seemed to swell - his face became suddenly black and the features seemed to melt and alter... - Robert Louis Stevenson

Into no other city does the sight of the country enter so far; if you do not meet a butterfly, you shall certainly catch a glimpse of far-away trees upon your walk; and the place is full of theatre tricks in the way of scenery. You peep under an arch, you descend stairs that look as if they would land you in a cellar, you turn to the back-window of a grimy tenement in a lane: — and behold! you are face-to-face with distant and bright prospects. You turn a corner, and there is the sun going down into the Highland hills. You look down an alley, and see ships tacking for the Baltic.

Sooner or later we all sit down to a banquet of consequences

It is the mark of a modest man to accept his friendly circle ready-made from the hands of opportunity;