And all I lov’d – I lov’d alone.
And, indeed, if ever that spirit which is entitled Romance-if ever she, the wan and the misty-winged Ashtophet of idolatrous Egypt, presided, as they tell, over marriages ill-omened, then most surely she presided over mine.
Death by the visitation of God.
I well, too well, understood that to think, in my situation, was to be lost.
Ye who read are still among the living; but I who write shall have long since gone my way into the region of the shadows.
Madmen know nothing.
I wish the composure but not the depression of solitude.
And the seraphs sob at vermin fangs.
Truth is not always in a well. In fact, as regards the more important knowledge, I do believe that she is invariably superficial.
The summit of the cataract was utterly lost in the dimness and the distance. Yet we were evidently approaching it with a hideous velocity. At intervals there were visible in it wide, yawning, but momentary rents, and from out these rents, within which was a chaos of flitting and indistinct images, there came rushing and mighty, but soundless wings, tearing up the enkindled ocean in their course.
La desdicha es muy variada. La desgracia cunde multiforme en la tierra.
I short I became a new man, and lived a man’s life. From that memorable night, I dismissed forever my apprehensions, and with them vanished the cataleptic disorder, of which, perhaps, they had been less the consequence than the cause.
Intensos rigidam in frontem ascendere canos Passus erat.
The mental features discoursed of as the analytical, are, in themselves, but little susceptible of analysis.
If you still think me mad, you will think so no longer when I describe the wise precautions I took for the concealment of the body.
For this reason is a musical education most essential; since it causes Rhythm and Harmony to penetrate most intimately into the soul, taking the strongest hold upon it, filling it with beauty and making the man beautiful-minded... He will praise and admire the beautiful: will receive it with joy into his soul, will feed upon it, and assimilate his own condition with it.
But the Prince Prospero was happy and dauntless and sagacious. When his dominions were half depopulated, he summoned to his presence a thousand hale and light-hearted friends from among the knights and dames of his court, and with these retired to the deep seclusion of one of his castellated abbeys.
I became possessed with the keenest curiosity about the whirl itself... and my principal grief was that I should never be able to tell my old companions on shore about the mysteries I should see.
I am not more sure that my soul lives, than I am that perverseness is one of the primitive impulses of the human heart –.
Nothing is more hateful to wisdom than excessive cleverness.