The people have nothing to do with the laws but to obey them.

...the agony of my soul found vent in one loud, long and final scream of despair.

He knew that Hop-Frog was not fond of wine; for it excited the poor cripple almost to madness; and madness is no comfortable feeling.

And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all.

Most writers - poets in especial - prefer having it understood that they compose by a species of fine frenzy - an ecstatic intuition - and would positively shudder at letting the public take a peep behind the scenes.

In the Heaven's above, the angels, whispering to one another, can find, among their burning terms of love, none so devotional as that of 'Mother.

Believe only half of what you see and nothing that you hear.