The world was not made for us; it was made for ten hundred millions of men, all different from each other and from us; there's no royal road there, w… - Robert Louis Stevenson

Fear is the strong passion; it is with fear that you must trifle, if you wish to taste the intensest joys of living.

I rushed to the mirror. At the sight that met my eyes, my blood was changed to something thin and icy. Yes, I had gone to bed Henry Jekyll, I had awakened Edward Hyde. How was this to be explained? I asked myself; and then, with another bound of terror - how was it to be remedied?

The commonplaces are the great poetic truths.