A Dirge For Her The Doubly Dead

The Mere Imitation, However Accurate, Of What Is In Nature, Entitles No Man To The Sacred Name Of Artist

Yet I Am Not More Sure That My Soul Lives, Than I Am That Perverseness Is One Of The Primitive Impulses Of The Human Heart - One Of The Indivisible Primary Faculties, Or Sentiments, Which Give Direction To The Character Of Man. Who Has Not, A Hundred Times, Found Himself Committing A Vile Or A Silly Action, For No Other Reason Than Because He Knows He Should Not? Have We Not A Perpetual Inclination, In The Teeth Of Our Best Judgment, To Violate That Which Is Law, Merely Because We Understand It To Be Such?

Science Has Not Yet Taught Us If Madness Is Or Is Not The Sublimity Of The Intelligence.

They Who Dream By Day Are Cognizant Of Many Things Which Escape Those Who Dream Only By Night.

Yes," I Said, "for The Love Of God!