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

...for her whom in life thou dids't abhor, in death thou shalt adore

I call to mind flatness and dampness; and then all is madness - the madness of a memory which busies itself among forbidden things.

Literature is the most noble of professions. In fact, it is about the only one fit for a man.

The depth lies in the valleys where we seek her, and not upon the mountain-tops where she is found.

I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind.

And so, being young and dipt in folly, I fell in love with melancholy.