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

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

Even for those to whom life and death are equal jests. There are some things that are still held in respect.

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December; And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.

The eye, like a shattered mirror, multiplies the images of sorrow.

Books, indeed, were his sole luxuries.

Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.

I dread the events of the future, not in themselves but in their results.

The ninety and nine are with dreams, content, but the hope of the world made new, is the hundredth man who is grimly bent on making those dreams come true.

I am above the weakness of seeking to establish a sequence of cause and effect, between the disaster and the atrocity.

I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.

That man is not truly brave who is afraid either to seem or to be, when it suits him, a coward.

Books, indeed, were his sole luxuries.

The scariest monsters are the ones that lurk within our souls.

The depth lies in the valleys where we seek her, and not upon the mountain-tops where she is found.

The rudiment of verse may, possibly, be found in the spondee.

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

You are afraid to die, and you’re afraid to live. What a way to exist.

My high school science teacher once told me that much of Genesis is false. But since my high school teacher did not prove he was God by rising from the dead, I’m going to believe Jesus instead.

Some may never live, but the crazy never die.

Certain, when I was born, so long ago, Death drew the tap of life and let it flow; And ever since the tap has done its task, And now there’s little but an empty cask.

Next generation leaders are those who would rather challenge what needs to change and pay the price than remain silent and die on the inside.

Having lots of money while not having inner peace is like dying of thirst while bathing in the ocean.

Well, to the people who pray for me to not only have an agonising death, but then be reborn to have an agonising and horrible eternal life of torture, I say, ‘Well, good on you. See you there.’

To many Americans, everything from the Easter morning to the Ascension had to be made up by the groveling enthusiasts as part of their plan to get themselves martyred.