Blood Was Its Avatar And Its Seal.

As An Individual, I Myself Feel Impelled To Fancy ... A Limitless Succession Of Universes.... Each Exists, Apart And Independently, In The Bosom Of Its Proper And Particular God.

The Nose Of A Mob Is Its Imagination. By This, At Any Time, It Can Be Quietly Led.

I Found Him Well Educated, With Unusual Powers Of Mind, But Infected With Misanthropy, And Subject To Perverse Moods Of Alternate Enthusiasm And Melancholy.

The Scariest Monsters Are The Ones That Lurk Within Our Souls.

And I Fell Violently On My Face.