I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.

In the tale proper--where there is no space for development of character or for great profusion and variety of incident--mere construction is, of course, far more imperatively demanded than in the novel.

Mournful and Never-ending Remembrance.

Happiness is not to be found in knowledge, but in the acquisition of knowledge

That single thought is enough. The impulse increases to a wish, the wish to a desire, the desire to an uncontrollable longing, and the longing (to the deep regret and mortification of the speaker, and in defiance of all consequences,) is indulged.

As an individual, I myself feel impelled to fancy ... a limitless succession of Universes.... Each exists, apart and independently, in the bosom of its proper and particular God.

I have before suggested that a genuine blackguard is never without a pocket-handkerchief.