“Yet mad I am not...and very surely do I not dream.”

“True! - nervous - very, very nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad?”

“True, nervous, very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am, but why will say that I am mad?! The disease had sharpened my senses, not destroyed, not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute.”

“TRUE! – nervous – very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses – not destroyed – not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily – how calmly I can tell you the whole story.”

“Yet I am not more sure that my soul lives, than I am that perverseness is one of the primitive impulses of the human heart - one of the indivisible primary faculties, or sentiments, which give direction to the character of man.”

“Science has not yet taught us if madness is or is not the sublimity of the intelligence.”

“I call to mind flatness and dampness; and then all is madness - the madness of a memory which busies itself among forbidden things.”