Edgar Allan Poe — "I have no pleasure in the world but my books."

"In the deepest slumber-no! In delirium-no! In a swoon-no! In death-no! even in the grave all is not lost."

"Grin: — Your true diddler winds up all with a grin. But this nobody sees but himself. He grins when his daily work is done — when his allotted labors are accomplished — at night in his own closet, and…"

"And then there stole into my fancy, like a rich musical note, the thought of what sweet rest there must be in the grave."

"I have no faith in any system of philosophy that does not begin with God."

"I have often thought that the sole regret of the transformed butterfly must be that it can only live for a day."