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

If I venture to displace ... the microscopical speck of dust... on the point of my finger,... I have done a deed which shakes the Moon in her path, which causes the Sun to be no longer the Sun, and which alters forever the destiny of multitudinous myriads of stars.

There was much of the beautiful, much of the wanton, much of the bizarre, something of the terrible, and not a little of that which might have excited disgust.

For years your name never passed my lips, while my soul drank in, with a delirious thirst, all that was uttered in my presence respecting you.

Believe only half of what you see and nothing that you hear.

A short story must have a single mood and every sentence must build towards it.

Either the memory of past bliss is the anguish of to-day; or the agonies which are have their origins in ecstasies which might have been.