I stood checked for a moment - awe, not fear, fell upon me - and whist I stood, a solemn wind began to blow, the most mournful that ever ear heard. Mournful! That is saying nothing. It was a wind that had swept the fields of mortality for a hundred centuries.
Thomas de QuinceyThe science of style as an organ of thought, of style in relation to the ideas and feelings, might be called the organology of style.
Thomas de QuinceyAs is the inventor of murder, and the father of art, Cain must have been a man of first-rate genius.
Thomas de Quincey