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This man was a mad genius ~!
And I love him for it.

“I have no faith in human perfectability. I think that human exertion will have no appreciable effect upon humanity. Man is now only more active - not more happy - nor more wise, than he was 6000 years ago.”

“Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.”

“They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.”

“Stupidity is a talent for misconception.”

"Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality."

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

“I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat.”

“The ninety and nine are with dreams, content but the hope of the world made new, is the hundredth man who is grimly bent on making those dreams come true”

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

“To be thoroughly conversant with a man's heart, is to take our final lesson in the iron-clasped volume of despair.”

And the ones I love the most:

"We loved with a love that was more than love."

“That man is not truly brave who is afraid either to seem or to be, when it suits him, a coward.”

“The true genius shudders at incompleteness - and usually prefers silence to saying something which is not everything it should be.”

“All religion, my friend, is simply evolved out of fraud, fear, greed, imagination, and poetry”

“Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.”

"I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity."

"A strong argument for the religion of Christ is this - that offenses against Charity are about the only ones which men on their death-beds can be made - not to understand - but to feel - as crime."

“Yes, I now feel that it was then on that evening of sweet dreams- that the very first dawn of human love burst upon the icy night of my spirit. Since that period I have never seen nor heard your name without a shiver half of delight, half of anxiety.”