The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde

“If he be Mr. Hyde,” he had thought, “I shall be Mr. Seek.”

There comes an end to all things;

put your heart in your ears

and in­deed, had it not been for his fear of death, he would long ago have ruined him­self in or­der to in­volve me in the ruin.

Henry Je­kyll stood at times aghast be­fore the acts of Ed­ward Hyde; but the situ­ation was apart from or­din­ary laws, and in­si­di­ously re­laxed the grasp of con­science. It was Hyde, after all, and Hyde alone, that was guilty. Je­kyll was no worse; he woke again to his good qual­it­ies seem­ingly un­im­paired; he would even make haste, where it was pos­sible, to undo the evil done by Hyde. And thus his con­science slumbered.

and whatever he had done, Ed­ward Hyde would pass away like the stain of breath upon a mir­ror; and there in his stead, quietly at home, trim­ming the mid­night lamp in his study, a man who could af­ford to laugh at sus­pi­cion, would be Henry Je­kyll

This, as I take it, was be­cause all hu­man be­ings, as we meet them, are com­mingled out of good and evil: and Ed­ward Hyde, alone in the ranks of man­kind, was pure evil.

I saw what I saw, I heard what I heard, and my soul sickened at it; and yet now when that sight has faded from my eyes, I ask my­self if I be­lieve it, and I can­not an­swer.

It was a wild, cold, sea­son­able night of March, with a pale moon, ly­ing on her back as though the wind had tilted her,

If I am the chief of sin­ners, I am the chief of suf­fer­ers also.