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

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

When a madman appears thoroughly sane, indeed, it is high time to put him in a straight jacket.

From childhood's hour I have not been. As others were, I have not seen. As others saw, I could not awaken. My heart to joy at the same tone. And all I loved, I loved alone.

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!

To be thoroughly conversant with Man’s heart, is to take our final lesson in the iron-clasped volume of Despair

There are moments when, even to the sober eye of Reason, the world of our sad humanity must assume the aspect of Hell.