As an individual, I myself feel impelled to fancy ... a limitless succession of Universes.... Each exists, apart and independently, in the bosom of its proper and particular God.

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

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary.

Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore - Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore! Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.

I fell in love with melancholy

That the play is the tragedy, “Man,” And its hero, the Conqueror Worm.

Perversity is the human thirst for self-torture.