In a real dark night of the soul it is always three o'clock in the morning, day after day.

I hate the place like poison with a sincere hatred.

Before I go on with this short history, let me make a general observation- the test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in th…

'Either you think - or else others have to think for you and take power from you, pervert and discipline your natural tastes, civilize and sterilize you.'

I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day. What hours, O what black hours we have spent This night!

Alone, alone, all, all alone, Alone on a wide wide sea! And never a saint took pity on My soul in agony.

Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom, Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth.