Perversity Is The Human Thirst For Self-torture.

And So, Being Young And Dipt In Folly, I Fell In Love With Melancholy.

You Will Observe That The Stories Told Are All About Money-seekers, Not About Money-finders.

There Is Then No Analogy Whatever Between The Operations Of The Chess-player, And Those Of The Calculating Machine Of Mr. Babbage , And If We Choose To Call The Former A Pure Machine We Must Be Prepared To Admit That It Is, Beyond All Comparison, The Most Wonderful Of The Inventions Of Mankind.

Beauty Is The Sole Legitimate Province Of The Poem.

The Boundaries Which Divide Life From Death Are At Best Shadowy And Vague. Who Shall Say Where The One Ends, And Where The Other Begins?