In visions of the dark night I have dreamed of joy departed-- But a waking dream of life and light Hath left me broken-hearted.

Invisible things are the only realities.

...And, all at once, the moon arouse through the thin ghastly mist, And was crimson in color... And they lynx which dwelleth forever in the tomb, came out therefrom. And lay down at the feet of the demon. And looked at him steadily in the face.

There was much of the beautiful, much of the wanton, much of the bizarre, something of the terrible, and not a little of that which might have excited disgust.

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.

Believe only half of what you see and nothing that you hear.

I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.