Once upon a midnight dreary

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

True, nervous, very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am, but why will say that I am mad?! The disease had haunted my senses, not destroyed, not dulled them. Of all the sense of hearing acute.

To die laughing must be the most glorious of all glorious deaths!

And all I loved, I loved alone.

The true genius shudders at incompleteness - and usually prefers silence to saying something which is not everything it should be.

Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night. In their gray visions they obtain glimpses of eternity, and thrill, in waking, to find that they have been upon the verge of the great secret. In snatches, they learn something of the wisdom which is of good, and more of the mere knowledge which is of evil.