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Mysteries force a man to think, and so injure his health.
Me volví loco, con largos intervalos de horrible cordura.
Years of love have been forgot, In the hatred of a minute.
It would be mockery to call such dreariness heaven at all.
The customs of the world are so many conventional follies.
A dirge for her the doubly dead in that she died so young.
Never to suffer would have been never to have been blessed.
It is a happiness to wonder; -- it is a happiness to dream.
Democracy is a very admirable form of government - for dogs
I have no words alas! to tell the loveliness of loving well
Believe only half of what you see and nothing that you hear.
The plots of God are perfect. The Universe is a plot of God.
The people have nothing to do with the laws but to obey them.
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary.
The rudiment of verse may, possibly, be found in the spondee.
From a proud tower in the town, Death looks gigantically down.
The scariest monsters are the ones that lurk within our souls.
You call it hope-that fire of fire! It is but agony of desire.
I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind.
Every poem should remind the reader that they are going to die.
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
-ev'n with us the breath Of Science dims the mirror of our joy.
But Psyche uplifting her finger said: Sadly this star I mistrust
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!
I have great faith in fools; self-confidence my friends call it.
Melancholy is ... the most legitimate of all the poetical tones.
There are some secrets which do not permit themselves to be told.
The eye, like a shattered mirror, multiplies the images of sorrow
To die laughing must be the most glorious of all glorious deaths!
In efforts to soar above our nature, we invariably fall below it.
A lie travels round the world while truth is putting her boots on.
...for her whom in life thou dids't abhor, in death thou shalt adore
All suffering originates from craving, from attachment, from desire.
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting...
And so, being young and dipt in folly, I fell in love with melancholy.
That the play is the tragedy, “Man,” And its hero, the Conqueror Worm.
I have great faith in fools,— self-confidence my friends will call it.
And much of Madness, and more of Sin, And Horror the soul of the plot.
If a poem hasn't ripped apart your soul; you haven't experienced poetry.
No man who ever lived knows any more about the hereafter than you and I.
Scorching my seared heart with a pain, not hell shall make me fear again.
I dread the events of the future, not in themselves but in their results.
I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.
Reality is the #1 cause of insanity among those who are in contact with it
A million candles have burned themselves out. Still I read on. (Montresor)
The goodness of your true pun is in the direct ratio of its intolerability.
Man is an animal that diddles, and there is no animal that diddles but man.
Indeed, there is an eloquence in true enthusiasm that is not to be doubted.
To speak algebraically, Mr. M. is execrable, but Mr. G. is (x + 1)- ecrable.
This maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.