Music, when combined with a pleasurable idea, is poetry; music, without the idea, is simply music; the idea, without the music, is prose, from its very definitiveness.
Edgar Allan Poe
But, father, there liv'd one who, then, Then—in my boyhood—when their fire Burn'd with a still intenser glow .
Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore.
Every plot, worth the name, must be elaborated to its dénouement before anything be attempted with the pen. It is only with the dénouement constantly in view that we can plot its indispensable air of consequence, or causation, by making the incidents, and especially the tone at all points tend to the development of the intention.
To be thoroughly conversant with Man's heart, is to take our final lesson in the iron-clasped volume of Despair.
And haven't I told you that what you mistake for madness is but over-acuteness of the senses.