Stupidity is a talent for misconception.
Mysteries force a man to think, and so injure his health.
Never to suffer would never to have been blessed.
The death of a beautiful woman, is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world.
I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.
All that we see or seem, is but a dream within a dream.
To vilify a great man is the readiest way in which a little man can himself attain greatness
The nose of a mob is its imagination. By this, at any time, it can be quietly led.
Sleep, those little slices of death — how I loathe them.
The goodness of the true pun is in direct ratio to its intolerability
You call it hope — that fire of fire!It is but agony of desire.
…And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor shall be lifted–nevermore!
I was never really insane, except on occasions where my heart was touched.
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