There comes an end to all things; the most capacious measure is filled at last; and this brief condescension to my evil finally destroyed the balance of my soul.
She had an evil face, smoothed by hypocrisy; but her manners were excellent.
Jekyll had more than a father’s interest; Hyde had more than a son’s indifference.
You start a question, and it’s like starting a stone. You sit quietly on the top of a hill; and away the stone goes, starting others.
You must suffer me to go my own dark way.
The doom and burthen of our life is bound forever on man’s shoulders, and when the attempt is made to cast it off, it but returns upon us with more unfamiliar and more awful pressure.
Man is not truly one, but truly two.
It is one thing to mortify curiosity, another to conquer it.
If not by fair means, then by foul – if not of your consent, then by brute force![Also known as:]Nothing made by brute force lasts.
If I am the chief of sinners, I am the chief of sufferers also.
I sat in the sun on a bench; the animal within me licking the chops of memory; the spiritual side a little drowsed, promising subsequent penitence, but not yet moved to begin.
I learned to recognise the thorough and primitive duality of man; I saw that, of the two natures that contended in the field of my consciousness, even if I could rightly be said to be either, it was only because I was radically both.