And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you"— here I opened wide the door; — Darkness there, and nothing more.
All religion, my friend, is simply evolved out of fraud, fear, greed, imagination, and poetry.
Art is to look at not to criticize.
And all I loved, I loved alone.
I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind.
My next thought concerned the choice of an impression, or effect, to be conveyed: and here I may as well observe that, throughout the construction, I kept steadily in view the design.