I was never kinder to the old man than during the whole week before I killed him.

I am above the weakness of seeking to establish a sequence of cause and effect, between the disaster and the atrocity.

We gave the Future to the winds, and slumbered tranquilly in the Present, weaving the dull world around us into dreams.

A million candles have burned themselves out. Still I read on. (Montresor)

Gaily bedight, A gallant knight, In sunshine and in shadow, Had journeyed long, Singing a song, In search of Eldorado. But he grew old— This knight so bold— And o’er his heart a shadow— Fell as he found No spot of ground That looked like Eldorado. And, as his strength Failed him at length, He met a pilgrim shadow— ‘Shadow,’ said he, ‘Where can it be— This land of Eldorado?’ ‘Over the Mountains Of the Moon, Down the Valley of the Shadow, Ride, boldly ride,’ The shade replied,— ‘If you seek for Eldorado!

And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor, Shall be lifted -- Nevermore!

I dread the events of the future, not in themselves but in their results.