Perversity Is The Human Thirst

Yet We Met; And Fate Bound Us Together At The Alter,and I Never Spoke Of Passion Nor Thought Of Love. She, However Shunned Society, And, Attaching Herself To Me Alone Rendered Me Happy. It Is A Happiness To Wonder; It Is A Happiness To Dream.

And Now Have I Not Told You That What You Mistake For Madness Is But Overacuteness Of The Senses?

Words Have No Power To Impress The Mind Without The Exquisite Horror Of Their Reality.

I Wish I Could Write As Mysterious As A Cat.

Music, When Combined With A Pleasurable Idea, Is Poetry; Music, Without The Idea, Is Simply Music; The Idea, Without The Music, Is Prose, From Its Very Definitiveness.