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

We gave him a hearty welcome, for there was nearly half as much of the entertaining as of the contemptible about the man.

I am walking like a bewitched corpse, with the certainty of being eaten by the infinite, of being annulled by the only existing Absurd.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?" This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!" — Merely this, and nothing more

And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all.

Man is an animal that diddles, and there is no animal that diddles but man.

In for ever knowing, we are for ever blessed; but to know all were the curse of a fiend