Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.
Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.
It is a happiness to wonder; -- it is a happiness to dream.
A man's grammar, like Caesar's wife, should not only be pure, but above suspicion of impurity.
Believe nothing you hear, and only one half that you see.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie do...
I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.
In death - no! even in the grave all is not lost. Else there is no immortality for man. Arousing from the most profound slumbers, we break the gossamer web of some dream. Yet in a second afterward, (s...
If you wish to forget anything on the spot, make a note that this thing is to be remembered.
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!
Lord help my poor soul.
I Hear the sledges with the bells - Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the...
He knew that Hop-Frog was not fond of wine; for it excited the poor cripple almost to madness; and madness is no comfortable feeling.
They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.
Science has not yet taught us if madness is or is not the sublimity of the intelligence.
Who has not, a hundred times, found himself committing a vile or silly action for no other reason than because he knows he should ? Have we not a perpetual inclination, in the teeth of our best judgem...
From childhood's hour I have not beenAs others were - I have not seenAs others saw - I could not bringMy passions from a common spring
True, nervous, very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am, but why will say that I am mad?! The disease had sharpened my senses, not destroyed, not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing...