Edgar Allan Poe

Children are never too tender to be whipped. Like tough beefsteaks, the more you beat them, the more tender they become.

I have great faith in fools; self-confidence, my friends call it.

Never to suffer would never to have been blessed.

Sleep, those little slices of death, how I loathe them.

Sleep, those little slices of death; Oh how I loathe them.

Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things that escape those who dream only at night.