Every moment of the night Forever changing places And they put out the star-light With the breath from their pale faces

They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.

You will observe that the stories told are all about money-seekers, not about money-finders.

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

One morning, in cool blood, I slipped a noose about its neck and hung it to the limb of a tree; — hung it with the tears streaming from my eyes, and with the bitterest remorse at my heart; — hung it because I knew that it had loved me, and because I felt it had given me no reason of offence; — hung it because I knew that in so doing I was committing a sin — a deadly sin that would so jeopardize my immortal soul as to place it — if such a thing were possible — even beyond the reach of the infinite mercy of the Most Merciful and Most Terrible God.

Ah, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever! Let the bell toll!-a saintly soul floats on the Stygian river; And, Guy de Vere, hast thou no tear?-weep now or nevermore!

I fell in love with melancholy