Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.

I heed not that my earthly lot Hath - little of Earth in it - That years of love have been forgot In the hatred of a minute: - I mourn not that the desolate Are happier, sweet, than I, But that you sorrow for my fate Who am a passer by.

When a madman appears thoroughly sane, indeed, it is high time to put him in a straight jacket.

True! - nervous - very, very nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad?

The people have nothing to do with the laws but to obey them.

Villains!' I shrieked. 'Dissemble no more! I admit the deed! Tear up the planks! Here, here! It is the beating of his hideous heart!

In me didst thou exist-and, in my death, see by this image, which is thine own, how utterly thou hast murdered thyself.