In efforts to soar above our nature, we invariably fall below it.
..bear in mind that, in general, it is the object of our newspapers rather to create a sensation-to make a point-than to further the cause of truth." Dupin in "The Mystery of Marie Roget
I have no words alas! to tell the loveliness of loving well
I fell in love with melancholy
A million candles have burned themselves out. Still I read on. (Montresor)
Yes I now feel that it was then on that evening of sweet dreams- that the very first dawn of human love burst upon the icy night of my spirit. Since that period I have never seen nor heard your name without a shiver half of delight half of anxiety.