Every crime has, in the moment of its perpetration, Its own avenging angel-dark misgiving, An ominous sinking at the inmost heart.

A savage place! As holy and enchanted/As e'er beneath the waning moon was haunted/By woman wailing for her Demon Lover!

We have to administer the law whether we like it or no.

No man does anything from a single motive.

Some men are like musical glasses; to produce their finest tones you must keep them wet.

The wise only possess ideas; the greater part of mankind are possessed by them.

To leave no interval between the sentence and the fulfillment of it doth beseem God only, the Immutable!