Believe me, there exists no such dilemma as that in which a gentleman is placed when he is forced to reply to a blackguard.

To be thoroughly conversant with Man’s heart, is to take our final lesson in the iron-clasped volume of Despair

I seemed to be upon the verge of comprehension, without the power to comprehend as men, at time, find themselves upon the brink of rememberance, without being able, in the end, to remember.

Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore.

That pleasure which is at once the most pure, the most elevating and the most intense, is derived, I maintain, from the contemplation of the beautiful.

I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow.

Sensations are the great things, after all. Should you ever be drowned or hung, be sure and make a note of your sensations; they will be worth to you ten guineas a sheet.