Alas! in the clothes of the greatest potentate, what is there but a man? - Robert Louis Stevenson

It was no longer the fear of the gallows, it was the horror of being Hyde that racked me.

Sooner or later everyone sits down to a banquet of consequences.

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.