Mysteries force a man to think, and so injure his health.
EDGAR ALLAN POEI have no faith in human perfectibility. 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.
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I am a writer. Therefore, I am not sane.
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It is the nature of truth in general, as of some ores in particular, to be richest when most superficial.
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I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of beauty.
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Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best have gone to their eternal rest.
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From childhood’s hour I have not been. As others were, I have not seen. As others saw, I could not awaken. My heart to joy at the same tone. And all I loved, I loved alone.
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And so being young and dipped in folly I fell in love with melancholy.
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The fury of a demon instantly possessed me. I knew myself no longer. My original soul seemed, at once, to take its flight from my body; and a more than fiendish malevolence, gin-nurtured, thrilled every fibre of my frame.
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I have no faith in human perfectibility. 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.
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I am above the weakness of seeking to establish a sequence of cause and effect, between the disaster and the atrocity.
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I have great faith in fools – self-confidence my friends will call it.
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The past is a pebble in my shoe.
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A wise man hears one word and understands two.
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The nose of a mob is its imagination. By this, at any time, it can be quietly led.
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Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence.
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Books, indeed, were his sole luxuries.
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