The Reproduction Of What The Senses Perceive

To Vilify A Great Man Is The Readiest Way In Which A Little Man Can Himself Attain Greatness.

Perched Upon A Bust Of Pallas, Just Above My Chamber Door,- Perched, And Sat, And Nothing More.

A Short Story Must Have A Single Mood And Every Sentence Must Build Towards It.

A Million Candles Have Burned Themselves Out. Still I Read On. (montresor)

And I Fell Violently On My Face.