I am above the weakness of seeking to establish a sequence of cause and effect, between the disaster and the atrocity.

In efforts to soar above our nature, we invariably fall below it.

Villains!' I shrieked. 'Dissemble no more! I admit the deed! Tear up the planks! Here, here! It is the beating of his hideous heart!

The nose of a mob is its imagination. By this, at any time, it can be quietly led.

I call to mind flatness and dampness; and then all is madness - the madness of a memory which busies itself among forbidden things.

...If you do not take it up with you in some way, I shall be under the necessity of breaking your head with this shovel

But Psyche uplifting her finger said: Sadly this star I mistrust