Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary.
All religion, my friend, is simply evolved out of fraud, fear, greed, imagination, and poetry.
There is no exquisite beauty… without some strangeness in the proportion.
I have great faith in fools - self-confidence my friends will call it.
The true genius shudders at incompleteness - and usually prefers silence to saying something which is not everything it should be.
It is the nature of truth in general, as of some ores in particular, to be richest when most superficial.