And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting...

And the life of the ebony clock went out with that of the last of the gay. And the flames of the tripods expired. And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all.

If you wish to forget anything on the spot, make a note that this thing is to be remembered.

Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it stops and starts.

If you are ever drowned or hung, be sure and make a note of your sensations.

The generous Critic fann'd the Poet's fire, And taught the world with reason to admire.

A strong argument for the religion of Christ is this - that offences against Charity are about the only ones which men on their death-beds can be made - not to understand - but to feel - as crime.