A Million Candles Have Burned Themselves Out.

For The Moon Never Beams Without Bringing Me Dreams Of The Beautiful Annabel Lee

The Rudiment Of Verse May, Possibly, Be Found In The Spondee.

Happiness Is Not To Be Found In Knowledge, But In The Acquisition Of Knowledge

And Darkness And Decay And The Red Death Held Illimitable Dominion Over All.

After Reading All That Has Been Written, And After Thinking All That Can Be Thought, On The Topics Of God And The Soul, The Man Who Has A Right To Say That He Thinks At All, Will Find Himself Face To Face With The Conclusion That, On These Topics, The Most Profound Thought Is That Which Can Be The Least Easily Distinguished From The Most Superficial Sentiment.