In our endeavors to recall to memory something long forgotten, we often find ourselves upon the very verge of remembrance, without being able, in the end, to remember.

It is the nature of truth in general, as of some ores in particular, to be richest when most superficial.

I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.

I fell in love with melancholy

The death then of a beautiful woman is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world, and equally is it beyond doubt that the lips best suited for such topic are those of a bereaved lover.

A mystery, and a dream, should my early life seem.

The rain came down upon my head - Unshelter'd. And the wind rendered me mad and deaf and blind.