“All that we see and seem is but a dream within a dream.”

Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore.

Never to suffer would never to have been blessed.

Stupidity is a talent for misconception.

The true genius shudders at incompleteness – and usually prefers silence to saying something which is not everything it should be.

I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat.

I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow.

A man’s grammar, like Caesar’s wife, should not only be pure, but above suspicion of impurity.

To die laughing must be the most glorious of all glorious deaths!

And so being young and dipped in folly I fell in love with melancholy.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.

Lord, help my poor soul.

Experience has shown, and a true philosophy will always show, that a vast, perhaps the larger, portion of truth arises from the seemingly irrelevant.

Deep in earth my love is lying and I must weep alone.

And I fell violently on my face.

Art is to look at not to criticize.

The fury of a demon instantly possessed me. I knew myself no longer. My original soul seemed, at once, to take its flight from my body; and a more than fiendish malevolence, gin-nurtured, thrilled every fibre of my frame.

We don’t get to choose how we break but we get to choose how we rebuild.

Though I crave roots grown deep, the truth is I’m something of a wanderer.

I’m a romantic with a wild heart that loves deep like the poet in me.

Until the world needs a beautiful mind like yours, they call you insane.

I held a funeral for my past. But on occasion, I find myself dropping by its grave with pink roses to thank it for all lessons it taught me.

I will not spend the time I do have, wasting it, wishing there was more.

Truth never ages-old, It is as deep as the universe.

He who says the least speaks the most.