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.

Reality is the #1 cause of insanity among those who are in contact with it

I was cautious in what I said before the young lady; for I could not be sure that she was sane; and, in fact, there was a certain restless brilliancy about her eyes that half led me to imagine she was not.

...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.

All suffering originates from craving, from attachment, from desire.

Boston: Their hotels are bad. Their pumpkin pies are delicious. Their poetry is not so good.

Every poem should remind the reader that they are going to die.