We gave the Future to the winds, and slumbered tranquilly in the Present, weaving the dull world around us into dreams.

There is no beauty without some strangeness

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

We now demand the light artillery of the intellect; we need the curt, the condensed, the pointed, the readily diffused -- in place of the verbose, the detailed, the voluminous, the inaccessible.

The world is a great ocean, upon which we encounter more tempestuous storms than calms.

There was much of the beautiful, much of the wanton, much of the bizarre, something of the terrible, and not a little of that which might have excited disgust.

Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells, From the bells, bells, bells.