“If you wish to forget anything on the spot, make a note that this thing is to be remembered.”

“Sensations are the great things, after all. Should you ever be drowned or hung, be sure and make a note of your sensations; they will be worth to you ten guineas a sheet.”

“If you are ever drowned or hung, be sure and make a note of your sensations.”

“Our talk had been serious and sober,But our thoughts they were palsied and sere -For we knew not the month was October,And we marked not the night of the year -(Ah, night of all nights in the year!)We noted not the dim lake of Auber -(Though once we had journeyed down here) -Remembered not the dank tarn of Auber,Nor the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.”

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

“Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!”

“That single thought is enough. The impulse increases to a wish, the wish to a desire, the desire to an uncontrollable longing, and the longing (to the deep regret and mortification of the speaker, and in defiance of all consequences,) is indulged.”