People trifle with love. Now, I deny that love is a strong passion. Fear is the strong passion; it is with fear that you must trifle, if you wish to taste the intensest joys of living. Envy me – envy me, sir, he added with a chuckle, I am a coward!
Robert Louis Stevenson
It was a bitter cold winter, with long, hard frosts and heavy gales.
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.
Suicide carried off many. Drink and the devil took care of the rest.
Everybody, sooner or later, sits down to a banquet of consequences.
Mr. Utterson the lawyer was a man of a rugged countenance that was never lighted by a smile; cold, scanty and embarrassed in discourse; backward in sentiment; lean, long, dusty, dreary and yet somehow lovable.