I hold that a long poem does not exist. I maintain that the phrase, "a long poem," is simply a flat contradiction in terms.

If we cannot comprehend God in his visible works, how then in his inconceivable thoughts, that call the works into being?

True! - nervous - very, very nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad?

Lord help my poor soul.

If in many of my productions terror has been the thesis, I maintain that terror is not of Germany, but of the soul.

A poem in my opinion, is opposed to a work of science by having for its immediate object, pleasure, not truth.

Villains!' I shrieked. 'Dissemble no more! I admit the deed! Tear up the planks! Here, here! It is the beating of his hideous heart!