The part of me which wanders through my mind and never sees or feels actual objects, but which lives in and moves through my passions and my emotions, experiences this world as a horrible nightmare.
Each of us needs something - food, liquor, pot, whatever - to help us survive. Dracula needs blood.
I think it better to do right, even if we suffer in so doing, than to incur the reproach of our consciences and posterity.