Melancholy Is ... The Most Legitimate Of

I Was Never Really Insane Except Upon Occasions When My Heart Was Touched.

I Hold That A Long Poem Does Not Exist. I Maintain That The Phrase, "a Long Poem," Is Simply A Flat Contradiction In Terms.

I Have Great Faith In Fools,— Self-confidence My Friends Will Call It.

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

Leave My Loneliness Unbroken