“And all I loved, I loved alone.”

From childhood’s hour I have not been. As others were, I have not seen. As others saw, I could not awaken. My heart to joy at the same tone. And all I loved, I loved alone.

The world is a great ocean, upon which we encounter more tempestuous storms than calms.

Even in the grave, all is not lost.

There are some secrets which do not permit themselves to be told.

I have, indeed, no abhorrence of danger, except in its absolute effect – in terror.

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

It is a happiness to wonder; it is a happiness to dream.

Every poem should remind the reader that they are going to die.

Sleep, those little slices of death – how I loathe them.

Now this is the point. You fancy me a mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded.

Those who gossip with you will gossip about you.

When a madman appears thoroughly sane, indeed, it is high time to put him in a straight jacket.

Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.

If a man deceives me once, shame on him; if he deceives me twice, shame on me.

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

Blood was its Avatar and its seal.

I was afraid of breaking your heart. when in reality all these years later whenever I see you, I break my own.

Hatred has a way of hurting the heart which carries it.

Plant seeds of hope in the cracks of your broken heart, with a little bit of patience it will soon begin to bloom again.

This love is soaked in alchemy, our leaden hearts broken by aching pasts have transformed into gold. I never knew love had the power to do so.

The night is over me and I am breaking again into memories of us.

If God made this world, then I would not want to be the God. It is full of misery and distress that it breaks my heart.

When you’re broken, open up your heart and feel.

Whatever is hurting you today, is giving you the strength to face your tomorrow.