No Man Who Ever Lived Knows Any

How Many Good Books Suffer Neglect Through The Inefficiency Of Their Beginnings!

All Works Of Art Should Begin... At The End.

Men Have Called Me Mad; But The Question Is Not Yet Settled, Whether Madness Is Or Is Not The Loftiest Intelligence.

Sound Loves To Revel In A Summer Night.

I Felt That I Breathed An Atmosphere Of Sorrow.