We loved with a love that was more than love.

Science has not yet taught us if madness is or is not the sublimity of the intelligence.

Read this and thought of you: Through joy and through sorrow, I wrote. Through hunger and through thirst, I wrote. Through good report and through ill report, I wrote. Through sunshine and through moonshine, I wrote. What I wrote it is unnecessary to say. ~ Edgar Allen Poe

Once upon a midnight dreary

You call it hope-that fire of fire! It is but agony of desire.

Tell me truly, I implore-- Is there-- is there balm in Gilead?--tell me--tell me, I implore!

In [chess], where the pieces have different and "bizarre" motions, with various and variable values, what is only complex, is mistaken (a not unusual error) for what is profound