The rudiment of verse may, possibly, be found in the spondee.

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

The scariest monsters are the ones that lurk within our souls.

The sole purpose is to provide infinite springs, at which the soul may allay the eternal thirst TO KNOW which is forever unquenchable within it, since to quench it, would be to extinguish the soul's self.

We had always dwelled together, beneath a tropical sun, in the Valley of the Many Colored Grass.

Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it stops and starts.

Happiness is not to be found in knowledge, but in the acquisition of knowledge