Some men are not content so long as an unfinished crime remains.
Some men prefer the drudgery of the devil to the sleep of innocence.
Women are tempted to taste a little evil, just to know what it is like.
Every life leads up to a precipice, over which a few jump, the others tumble in and are lost.
We know that death is ever marching behind us but we never name the day when he will catch up.
To hunt for mischief is to catch disaster.