Stupidity is a talent for misconception.

Mournful and Never-ending Remembrance.

Children are never too tender to be whipped. Like tough beefsteaks, the more you beat them, the more tender they become.

I have no words alas! to tell the loveliness of loving well

I was cautious in what I said before the young lady; for I could not be sure that she was sane; and, in fact, there was a certain restless brilliancy about her eyes that half led me to imagine she was not.

I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea; But we loved with a love that was more than love- I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me.

From a proud tower in the town, Death looks gigantically down.