I intend to put up with nothing that I can put down.

In one case out of a hundred a point is excessively discussed because it is obscure; in the ninety-nine remaining it is obscure because it is excessively discussed.

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!

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.

Mournful and Never-ending Remembrance.

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.