Fame Is A Fickle Food

The Spider As An Artist Has Never Been Employed- Though His Surpassing Merit Is Freely Certified.

November Always Seemed To Me The Norway Of The Year.

The Heart Asks Pleasure First, And Then, Excuse From Pain; And Then, Those Little Anodynes That Deaden Suffering; And Then, To Go To Sleep; And Then, If It Should Be The Will Of Its Inquisitor, The Liberty To Die.

I See Thee Better In The Dark I Do Not Need A Light.

Much Madness Is Divinest Sense -- To A Discerning Eye -- Much Sense -- The Starkest Madness -- 'tis The Majority In This, As All, Prevail -- Assent -- And You Are Sane -- Demur -- You're Straightway Dangerous -- And Handled With A Chain --