Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!” Quoth the raven, “Nevermore.

Literature is the most noble of professions. In fact, it is about the only one fit for a man.

Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night. In their gray visions they obtain glimpses of eternity, and thrill, in waking, to find that they have been upon the verge of the great secret. In snatches, they learn something of the wisdom which is of good, and more of the mere knowledge which is of evil.

In spite of the air of fablethe public were still not at all disposed to receive it as fable. I thence concluded that the facts of my narrative would prove of such a nature as to carry with them sufficient evidence of their own authenticity.

All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.

And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor, Shall be lifted -- Nevermore!

Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore.