Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore--While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As if some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. "'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door--Only this and nothing more.
Edgar Allan PoeTo vilify a great man is the readiest way in which a little man can himself attain greatness.
Edgar Allan PoeAnd my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor, Shall be lifted -- Nevermore!
Edgar Allan Poe