Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee--by these angels he hath sent thee-- Respite--respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!" Quothe the Raven, "Nevermore.

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

Even for those to whom life and death are equal jests. There are some things that are still held in respect.

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.

Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence.

The world is a great ocean, upon which we encounter more tempestuous storms than calms.

Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore - Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore! Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.