Sometimes Iām terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it stops and starts.
Edgar Allan PoeTrue, nervous, very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am, but why will say that I am mad?! The disease had haunted my senses, not destroyed, not dulled them. Of all the sense of hearing acute.
Edgar Allan PoeThe best chess-player in Christendom may be little more than the best player of chess; but proficiency in whist implies capacity for success in all those more important undertakings where mind struggles with mind.
Edgar Allan Poe