Books, Indeed, Were His Sole Luxuries

And The Raven, Never Flitting, Still Is Sitting, Still Is Sitting...

There Are Few Persons, Even Among The Calmest Thinkers, Who Have Not Occasionally Been Startled Into A Vague Yet Thrilling Half Credence In The Supernatural, By Coincidences Of So Seemingly Marvellous A Character That, As Mere Coincidences, The Intellect Has Been Unable To Receive Them.

I Stand Amid The Roar Of A Surf-tormented Shore, And I Hold Within My Hand Grains Of Golden Sand- How Few! Yet How They Creep Through My Fingers To The Deep, While I Weep- While I Weep!

Happiness Is Not To Be Found In Knowledge, But In The Acquisition Of Knowledge

Quaff, Oh Quaff This Kind Nepenthe, And Forget This Lost Lenore!