I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.
Invisible things are the only realities.
If you run out of ideas follow the road; you'll get there
The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?
To die laughing must be the most glorious of all glorious deaths!
I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been the desperate attempt to escape from torturing memories, from a sense of insupportable loneliness and a dread of some strange impending doom.
They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.
False hope is nicer than no hope at all.
Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it stops and starts.
Always keep a big bottle of booze at your side. If a bird starts talking nonsense to you in the middle of the night pour yourself a stiff drink.
Reality is the #1 cause of insanity among those who are in contact with it
The world is a great ocean, upon which we encounter more tempestuous storms than calms.
That pleasure which is at once the most pure, the most elevating and the most intense, is derived, I maintain, from the contemplation of the beautiful.
To observe attentively is to remember distinctly.
Even in the grave, all is not lost.
I have great faith in fools,— self-confidence my friends will call it.
Every poem should remind the reader that they are going to die.
All religion, my friend, is simply evolved out of fraud, fear, greed, imagination, and poetry.
Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence– whether much that is glorious– whether all that is profound– does not spring from disease of thought– from moods of mind exalted at the expense of the general intellect.
I intend to put up with nothing that I can put down.
I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat.
Stupidity is a talent for misconception.
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary.
To vilify a great man is the readiest way in which a little man can himself attain greatness.
Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence.
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