If you are ever drowned or hung, be sure and make a note of your sensations.

Every moment of the night Forever changing places And they put out the star-light With the breath from their pale faces

It is the curse of a certain order of mind, that it can never rest satisfied with the consciousness of its ability to do a thing.Still less is it content with doing it. It must both know and show how it was done.

Of puns it has been said that those who most dislike them are those who are least able to utter them.

Yes," I said, "for the love of God!

One morning, in cool blood, I slipped a noose about its neck and hung it to the limb of a tree; — hung it with the tears streaming from my eyes, and with the bitterest remorse at my heart; — hung it because I knew that it had loved me, and because I felt it had given me no reason of offence; — hung it because I knew that in so doing I was committing a sin — a deadly sin that would so jeopardize my immortal soul as to place it — if such a thing were possible — even beyond the reach of the infinite mercy of the Most Merciful and Most Terrible God.

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