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?
Experience has shown, and a true philosophy will always show, that a vast, perhaps the larger, portion of truth arises from the seemingly irrelevant.
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise but i feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion.
The death of a beautiful woman is, unquestionably, the most poetical topic in the world.
All religion, my friend, is simply evolved out of fraud, fear, greed, imagination, and poetry.
