He was obeyed, yet he inspired neither love nor fear, nor even respect. He inspired uneasiness. That was it!

Necessity, they say, is the mother of invention, but fear, too, is not barren of ingenious suggestions.

A man's real life is that accorded to him in the thoughts of other men by reason of respect or natural love.

This is glorious!' I cried, and then i looked at the sinner by my side. He sat with his head sunk on his breast and said 'Yes', without raising his eyes, as if afraid to see writ large on the clear sky of the offing the reproach of his romantic conscience.

I fear God and respect God and love God.

How does one kill fear, I wonder? How do you shoot a spectre through the heart, slash off its spectral head, take it by its spectral throat?