I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow.

In the marginalia ... we talk only to ourselves; we therefore talk freshly - boldly - originally - with abandonment - without conceit.

Yes," I said, "for the love of God!

Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!” Quoth the raven, “Nevermore.

The ninety and nine are with dreams, content but the hope of the world made new, is the hundredth man who is grimly bent on making those dreams come true.

It will be found, in fact, that the ingenious are always fanciful, and the truly imaginative never otherwise than analytic.

By a route obscure and lonely Haunted by ill angels only, Where an eidolon, named NIGHT, On a black throne reigns upright, I have reached these lands but newly From an ultimate dim Thule -- From a wild, weird clime that lieth, sublime, Out of SPACE, out of TIME.