The grandeur that was Rome.

Invisible things are the only realities.

Horrors of a nature most stern and most appalling would too frequently obtrude themselves upon my mind, and shake the innermost depths of my soul with the bare supposition of their possibility.

A short story must have a single mood and every sentence must build towards it.

Even with the utterly lost, to whom life and death are equally jests, there are matters of which no jest can be made.

Let him talk,' said Dupin, who had not thought it necessary to reply. 'Let him discourse; it will ease his conscience, I a satisfied with having defeated him in his own castle.