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

Convinced myself, I seek not to convince.

Yet I am not more sure that my soul lives, than I am that perverseness is one of the primitive impulses of the human heartone of the indivisible primary faculties, or sentiments, which give direction to the character of Man.

Marking a book is literally an experience of your differences or agreements with the author. It is the highest respect you can pay him.

[The daguerreotype] itself must undoubtedly be regarded as the most important, and perhaps the most extraordinary triumph of modern science.

And now have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but overacuteness of the senses?

In the deepest slumber-no! In delirium-no! In a swoon-no! In death-no! even in the grave all is not lost.