The rain came down upon my head - Unshelter'd. And the wind rendered me mad and deaf and blind.

I have made no money. I am as poor now as ever I was in my life - except in hope, which is by no means bankable.

It is the nature of truth in general, as of some ores in particular, to be richest when most superficial.

Mournful and Never-ending Remembrance.

...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.

He knew that Hop-Frog was not fond of wine; for it excited the poor cripple almost to madness; and madness is no comfortable feeling.

A strong argument for the religion of Christ is this - that offences against Charity are about the only ones which men on their death-beds can be made - not to understand - but to feel - as crime.