And I fell violently on my face.

No thinking being lives who, at some luminous point of his life of thought, has not felt himself lost amid the surges of futile efforts at understanding, or believing, that anything exists greater than his own soul.

A poem deserves its title only inasmuch as it excites, by elevating the soul.

Reality is the #1 cause of insanity among those who are in contact with it

I call to mind flatness and dampness; and then all is madness - the madness of a memory which busies itself among forbidden things.

There are few persons who have not, at some period of their lives, amused themselves in retracing the steps by which particular conclusions of their own minds have been attained. The occupation is often full of interest and he who attempts it for the first time is astonished by the apparently illimitable distance and incoherence between the starting-point and the goal.

There are certain themes of which the interest is all-absorbing, but which are too entirely horrible for the purposes of legitimate fiction.