Of puns it has been said that those who most dislike them are those who are least able to utter them.

By the grey woods, by the swamp, where the toad and newt encamp, by the dismal tarns and pools, where dwell the Gouls. By each spot the most unholy, by each nook most melancholy, there the traveller meets, aghast, sheeted memories of the Past. Shrouded forms that start and sigh, as they pass the wanderer by. White-robed forms of friends long given; In agony, to the Earth - and Heaven.

Hear the mellow wedding bells, Golden bells! What a world of happiness their harmony foretells Through the balmy air of night How they ring out their delight! From the molten golden notes, And all in tune What a liquid ditty floats To the turtle-dove that listens while she gloats On the moon!

'Prophet!' said I, 'thing of evil! -- prophet still, if bird or devil!'

But Psyche uplifting her finger said: Sadly this star I mistrust.

No man who ever lived knows any more about the hereafter than you and I.

I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.

Tell a scoundrel, three or four times a day, that he is the pink of probity, and you make him at least the perfection of respectability in good earnest. On the other hand, accuse an honorable man, too petinaciously, of being a villain, and you fill him with a perverse ambition to show you that you are not altogether in the wrong.

In our endeavors to recall to memory something long forgotten, we often find ourselves upon the very verge of remembrance, without being able, in the end, to remember.

And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor, Shall be lifted -- Nevermore!

After reading all that has been written, and after thinking all that can be thought, on the topics of God and the soul, the man who has a right to say that he thinks at all, will find himself face to face with the conclusion that, on these topics, the most profound thought is that which can be the least easily distinguished from the most superficial sentiment.

Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence– whether much that is glorious– whether all that is profound– does not spring from disease of thought– from moods of mind exalted at the expense of the general intellect.

It may be roundly asserted that human ingenuity cannot concoct a cipher which human ingenuity cannot resolve.

I would have soothed-I would have reasoned; but, in the intensity of her wild desire for life,-for life-but for life-solace and reason were the uttermost folly.

The nose of a mob is its imagination. By this, at any time, it can be quietly led.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love--
I and my Annabel Lee.

A short story must have a single mood and every sentence must build towards it.

We loved with a love that was more than love.

Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.

There are few cases in which mere popularity should be considered a proper test of merit; but the case of song-writing is, I think, one of the few.