Who Wrote That? #8

“I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked,

“And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.”

“It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents, except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the house-tops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness.”

“April is the cruellest month, breeding

“Dashed hopes and good intentions. Good, better, best, bested.”

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“Too much sanity may be madness, and maddest of all is to see life as it is and not as it should be.”

“Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all

“Winter is coming.”