Deep Into That Darkness Peering, Long I

I Felt That I Breathed An Atmosphere Of Sorrow.

A Million Candles Have Burned Themselves Out. Still I Read On. (montresor)

True! - Nervous - Very, Very Nervous I Had Been And Am; But Why Will You Say That I Am Mad?

Literature Is The Most Noble Of Professions. In Fact, It Is About The Only One Fit For A Man.

That Pleasure Which Is At Once The Most Pure, The Most Elevating And The Most Intense, Is Derived, I Maintain, From The Contemplation Of The Beautiful.