Man is an animal that diddles, and there is no animal that diddles but man.
I dread the events of the future, not in themselves but in their results.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore - Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore! Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.
Mysteries force a man to think, and so injure his health.
To elevate the soul, poetry is necessary.
I fashion the expression of my face, as accurately as possible, in accordance with the expression of his, and then wait to see what thoughts or sentiments arise in my mind or heart, as if to match or correspond with the expression.