Perversity is the human thirst for self-torture.
There was an iciness, a sinking, a sickening of the heart - an unredeemed dreariness of thought which no goading of the imagination could torture into aught of the sublime
Convinced myself, I seek not to convince.
I was never kinder to the old man than during the whole week before I killed him.
There is no beauty without some strangeness
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary.