“Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things that escape those who dream only at night.”
“Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether
madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence– whether much that is
glorious– whether all that is profound– does not spring from disease of
thought– from moods of mind exalted at the expense of the general
intellect.”
"Beneath the pressure of torments such as these, the feeble remnant of
the good within me succumbed. Evil thoughts became my sole intimates —
the darkest and most evil of thoughts. The moodiness of my usual temper
increased to hatred of all things and of all mankind; while, from the
sudden, frequent, and ungovernable outbursts of a fury to which I now
blindly abandoned myself, my uncomplaining wife, alas! was the most
usual and the most patient of sufferers." "The Black Cat"
“Years of love have been forgot, In the hatred of a minute.”
“A million candles have burned themselves out. Still I read on. (Montresor)” The Cask of Amontillado
"During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the
year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been
passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of
country, and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew
on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher." "The Fall of the House
of Usher"
