The nose of a mob is its imagination. By this, at any time, it can be quietly led.
EDGAR ALLAN POEYears of love have been forgot, In the hatred of a minute.
More Edgar Allan Poe Quotes
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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.
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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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It is by no means an irrational fancy that, in a future existence, we shall look upon what we think our present existence, as a dream.
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Sleep, those little slices of death – how I loathe them.
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The depth lies in the valleys where we seek her, and not upon the mountain-tops where she is found.
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The eye, like a shattered mirror, multiplies the images of sorrow.
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Deep in earth my love is lying and I must weep alone.
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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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Never to suffer would never to have been blessed.
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Experience has shown, and a true philosophy will always show, that a vast, perhaps the larger, portion of truth arises from the seemingly irrelevant.
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I intend to put up with nothing that I can put down.
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And I fell violently on my face.
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To die laughing must be the most glorious of all glorious deaths!
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I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.
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I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow.
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