Books, indeed, were his sole luxuries.
EDGAR ALLAN POEThe boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?
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The past is a pebble in my shoe.
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The rudiment of verse may, possibly, be found in the spondee.
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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 nose of a mob is its imagination. By this, at any time, it can be quietly led.
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Stupidity is a talent for misconception.
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Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December; And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
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The eye, like a shattered mirror, multiplies the images of sorrow.
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There is no exquisite beauty without some strangeness in the proportion.
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Imperceptibly the love of these discords grew upon me as my love of music grew stronger.
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Even for those to whom life and death are equal jests. There are some things that are still held in respect.
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I have great faith in fools – self-confidence my friends will call it.
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Lord, help my poor soul.
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A lie travels round the world while truth is putting her boots on.
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There are some secrets which do not permit themselves to be told.
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The world is a great ocean, upon which we encounter more tempestuous storms than calms.
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