But in the expression of the countenance, which was beaming all over with smiles, there still lurked (incomprehensible anomalyl) that fitful strain of melancholy which will ever be found inseparable from the perfection of the beautiful.

A strong argument for the religion of Christ is this - that offences against Charity are about the only ones which men on their death-beds can be made - not to understand - but to feel - as crime.

Who cares how time advances? I am drinking ale today.

Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!

Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence.

...If you do not take it up with you in some way, I shall be under the necessity of breaking your head with this shovel

It is by no means an irrational fancy that, in a future existence, we shall look upon what we think our present existence, as a dream.