A short story must have a single mood and every sentence must build towards it.

And all I loved, I loved alone.

In reading some books we occupy ourselves chiefly with the thoughts of the author; in perusing others, exclusively with our own.

The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?

Even with the utterly lost, to whom life and death are equally jests, there are matters of which no jest can be made.

The object, Truth, or the satisfaction of the intellect, and the object, Passion, or the excitement of the heart, are, although attainable, to a certain extent, in poetry, far more readily attainable in prose.

There is no beauty without some strangeness