I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind.

Man's real life is happy, chiefly because he is ever expecting that it soon will be so.

In criticism I will be bold, and as sternly, absolutely just with friend and foe. From this purpose nothing shall turn me.

For my own part, I have never had a thought which I could not set down in words, with even more distinctness than that with which I conceived it.

And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all.

I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of golden sand- How few! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep, While I weep- while I weep!

-ev'n with us the breath Of Science dims the mirror of our joy.