I was never really insane, except on occasions where my heart was touched.
It may well be doubted whether human ingenuity can construct an enigma... which human ingenuity may not, by proper application, resolve.
By undue profundity we perplex and enfeeble thought and it is possible to make even Venus herself vanish from the firmanent by a scrutiny too sustained, too concentrated, or too direct.
A valet, of stealthy step, thence conducted me, in silence, through many dark and intricate passages in my progress to the studio of his master.
Men have called me mad but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligenceaawhether much that is gloriousaawhether all that is profoundaadoes not spring from disease of thoughtaafrom moods of mind exalted at the expense of the general intellect.
The best chess-player in Christendom may be little more than the best player of chess but proficiency in whist implies capacity for success in all those more important undertakings where mind struggles with mind.
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore--
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before
Coincidences, in general, are great stumbling-blocks in the way of that class of thinkers who have been educated to know nothing of the theory of probabilities.
Yet I am not more sure that my soul lives, than I am that perverseness is one of the primitive impulses of the human heart - one of the indivisible primary faculties, or sentiments, which give direction to the character of Man.
I am above the weakness of seeking to establish a sequence of cause and effect, between the disaster and the atrocity.
There is an eloquence in true enthusiasm.
The rudiment of verse may, possibly, be found in the spondee.
Of puns it has been said that those who most dislike them are those who are least able to utter them.
As an individual, I myself feel impelled to fancy a limitless succession of Universes. Each exists, apart and independently, in the bosom of its proper and particular God.
the play was the tragedy man and it's hero the conqueror worm
I am ugly.
Soon Gothic ... hidden vices and perversions behind the veneer of virtue.
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary...
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary.
The generous Critic fann'd the Poet's fire, And taught the world with reason to admire
The generous Critic fann'd the Poet's fire, And taught the world with reason to admire.
I have no faith in human perfectability. I think that human exertion will have no appreciable effect upon humanity. Man is now only more active - not more happy - nor more wise, than he was 6000 years ago.
Experience has shown, and a true philosophy will always show, that a vast, perhaps the larger portion of the truth arises from the seemingly irrelevant.
In one case out of a hundred a point is excessively discussed because it is obscure in the ninety-nine remaining it is obscure because it is excessively discussed.