You are not wrong who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream.

I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind.

Perched upon a bust of Pallas, just above my chamber door,- Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.

As a viewed myself in a fragment of looking-glass..., I was so impressed with a sense of vague awe at my appearance ... that I was seized with a violent tremour.

Mysteries force a man to think, and so injure his health.

Perversity is the human thirst for self-torture.