It may well be doubted whether human ingenuity can construct an enigma... which human ingenuity may not, by proper application, resolve.

If the propositions of this Discourse are tenable, the "state of progressive collapse" is precisely that state in which alone we are warranted in considering All Things.

Every poem should remind the reader that they are going to die.

Of puns it has been said that those who most dislike them are those who are least able to utter them.

There are some secrets which do not permit themselves to be told. Men die nightly in their beds, wringing the hands of ghostly confessors, and looking them piteously in the eyes - die with despair of heart and convulsion of throat, on account of the hideousness of mysteries which will not suffer themselves to be revealed. Now and then, alas, the conscience of man takes up a burden so heavy in horror that it can be thrown down only into the grave. And thus the essence of all crime is undivulged.

Deep in earth my love is lying And I must weep alone.

Man's real life is happy, chiefly because he is ever expecting that it soon will be so.