I blush, I burn, I shudder, while I pen the damnable atrocity.

A wrong is unredressed when retribution overtakes its redresser. It is equally unredressed when the avenger fails to make himself felt as such to him who has done the wrong.

The Tell Tale Poe

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

All religion, my friend, is simply evolved out of fraud, fear, greed, imagination, and poetry

Every moment of the night
Forever changing places
And they put out the star-light
With the breath from their pale faces