We loved with a love that was more than love.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.
Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things that escape those who dream only at night.
The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?
I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.
Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.
All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.
Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.
Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.
Stupidity is a talent for misconception.
I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat.
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary.
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.
I have great faith in fools; self-confidence my friends call it.
All religion, my friend, is simply evolved out of fraud, fear, greed, imagination, and poetry.
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