The horror with which blind and unjust law regards an action never attaches to the doer in the eyes of those who love him.
Robert Louis Stevenson
This is a handy cove, and a pleasant sittyated grog-shop. Much company, mate?
In many ways an artistic nature unfits a man for a practical existence.
I believe you to be strictly honorable.'He thoughtfully emptied his cup. 'I wish I could add you were intelligent,' he went on, knocking on his head with his knuckles.
There was something strange in my sensations, indescribably new and incredibly sweet. I knew myself, at the first breath of this new life, to be tenfold more wicked and the thought delighted me like wine.
He himself slept peacefully and snored aloud, yet my heart was sore for him, wicked as he was, to think on the dark perils that environed and the shameful gibbet that awaited him.