Ha! ha! ha! – ha! ha! ha! – ho! ho! ho!
We grew in age – and love – together Roaming the forest, and the wild; My breast her shield in wintry weather – And, when the friendly sunshine smil’d, And she would mark the opening skies, I saw no Heaven – but in her eyes.
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 – that theory to which the most glorious objects of human research are indebted for the most glorious of illustration.
When I was young and filled with folly, I fell in love with melancholy.
Proprieties of place, and especially of time, are the bugbears which terrify mankind from the contemplation of the magnificent.
Ah, not in knowledge is happiness, but in the acquisition of knowledge! In for ever knowing, we are for ever blessed; but to know all were the curse of a fiend.
Chi sogna di giorno conosce molte cose che sfuggono a chi sogna solo di notte.
There are chords in the hearts of the most reckless which cannot be touched without emotion. Even with the utterly lost, to whom life and death are equally jests, there are matters of which no jest can be made.
And his brow was lofty with thought, and his eye wild with care; and, in the few furrows upon his cheek I read the fables of sorrow, and weariness, and disgust with mankind, and a longing after solitude.
It was night, and the rain fell; and falling, it was rain, but, having fallen, it was blood. And I stood in the morass among the tall and the rain fell upon my head-and the lilies sighed one unto the other in the solemnity of their desolation.
Did there not cross your mind some thought of the physical power of words? Is not every word an impulse on the air?
As I imagined, the ship proves to be in a current; if that appellation can properly be given to a tide, which, howling and shrieking by the white ice, thunders on to the southward with a velocity like the headlong dashing of a cataract.
At times we gasped for breath at an elevation beyond the albatross – at times became dizzy with the velocity of our descent into some watery hell, where the air grew stagnant, and no sound disturbed the slumbers of the kraken.
This latter was a remarkably large and beautiful animal, entirely black, and sagacious to an astonishing degree.
Quoth the raven “Nevermore.
Men have called me mad; but the question is not settled whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence.
A short story must have a single mood and every sentence must build towards it.
It was night, and the rain fell; and falling, it was rain, but, having fallen, it was blood.
All suffering originates from craving, from attachment, from desire.
Leave my loneliness unbroken.