Yet, mad am I not — and very surely do I not dream.

And travellers, now, within that valley, Through the red-litten windows see Vast forms, that move fantastically To a discordant melody, While, like a ghastly rapid river, Through the pale door A hideous throng rush out forever And laugh — but smile no more.

The result of law inviolate is perfection–right–negative happiness. The result of law violate is imperfection, wrong, positive pain.

The greater amount of truth is impulsively uttered; thus the greater amount is spoken, not written.

...And, all at once, the moon arouse through the thin ghastly mist, And was crimson in color... And they lynx which dwelleth forever in the tomb, came out therefrom. And lay down at the feet of the demon. And looked at him steadily in the face.

A million candles have burned themselves out. Still I read on. (Montresor)

Indeed, there is an eloquence in true enthusiasm that is not to be doubted.