The fiend in his own shape is less hideous than when he rages in the breast of men.
Nathaniel HawthorneShe poured out the liquid music of her voice to quench the thirst of his spirit.
Nathaniel HawthorneIs it a fact-or have I dreamt it-that, by means of electricity, the world of matter has become a great nerve, vibrating thousands of miles in a breathless point of time?
Nathaniel Hawthorne