If you run out of ideas follow the road; you'll get there

The generous Critic fann'd the Poet's fire, And taught the world with reason to admire.

Years of love have been forgot, In the hatred of a minute.

It will be found, in fact, that the ingenious are always fanciful, and the truly imaginative never otherwise than analytic.

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee--by these angels he hath sent thee-- Respite--respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!" Quothe the Raven, "Nevermore.

Even with the utterly lost, to whom life and death are equally jests, there are matters of which no jest can be made.

Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence– whether much that is glorious– whether all that is profound– does not spring from disease of thought– from moods of mind exalted at the expense of the general intellect.