There is no beauty without some strangeness

To elevate the soul, poetry is necessary.

And the life of the ebony clock went out with that of the last of the gay. And the flames of the tripods expired. And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all.

...for her whom in life thou dids't abhor, in death thou shalt adore

Now this is the point. You fancy me a mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded.

Yet, mad am I not — and very surely do I not dream.

If you wish to forget anything on the spot, make a note that this thing is to be remembered.