Those Who Gossip With You Will Gossip

Man's Real Life Is Happy, Chiefly Because He Is Ever Expecting That It Soon Will Be So.

The Eye, Like A Shattered Mirror, Multiplies The Images Of Sorrow

And The Silken Sad Uncertain Rustling Of Each Purple Curtain Thrilled Me — Filled Me With Fantastic Terrors Never Felt Before; So That Now, To Still The Beating Of My Heart, I Stood Repeating, Tis Some Visitor Entreating Entrance At My Chamber Door — Some Late Visitor Entreating Entrance At My Chamber Door; — This It Is, And Nothing More.

Tell Me Truly, I Implore-- Is There-- Is There Balm In Gilead?--tell Me--tell Me, I Implore!

The True Genius Shudders At Incompleteness.