Perversity Is The Human Thirst For Self-torture.

The Most Natural, And, Consequently, The Truest And Most Intense Of The Human Affections Are Those Which Arise In The Heart As If By Electric Sympathy.

I Call To Mind Flatness And Dampness; And Then All Is Madness - The Madness Of A Memory Which Busies Itself Among Forbidden Things.

It May Be Roundly Asserted That Human Ingenuity Cannot Concoct A Cipher Which Human Ingenuity Cannot Resolve.

Years Of Love Have Been Forgot, In The Hatred Of A Minute.

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