The first is the law, the last prerogative.
There is a pleasure in being mad, which none but madmen know.
The World to Bacon does not only owe it's present knowledge, but its future too.
Zeal, the blind conductor of the will.
And plenty makes us poor.
I feel my sinews slackened with the fright, and a cold sweat trills down all over my limbs, as if I were dissolving into water.