Sleep, those little slices of death – how I loathe them.
EDGAR ALLAN POESleep, those little slices of death – how I loathe them.
EDGAR ALLAN POEThat man is not truly brave who is afraid either to seem or to be, when it suits him, a coward.
EDGAR ALLAN POEAnd so being young and dipped in folly I fell in love with melancholy.
EDGAR ALLAN POEA man’s grammar, like Caesar’s wife, should not only be pure, but above suspicion of impurity.
EDGAR ALLAN POEMysteries 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.
EDGAR ALLAN POEMan’s real life is happy, chiefly because he is ever expecting that it soon will be so.
EDGAR ALLAN POEBooks, indeed, were his sole luxuries.
EDGAR ALLAN POEHappiness is not to be found in knowledge, but in the acquisition of knowledge.
EDGAR ALLAN POEThe best things in life make you sweaty.
EDGAR ALLAN POELeave my loneliness unbroken.
EDGAR ALLAN POEThere is an eloquence in true enthusiasm.
EDGAR ALLAN POEI dread the events of the future, not in themselves but in their results.
EDGAR ALLAN POEThe nose of a mob is its imagination. By this, at any time, it can be quietly led.
EDGAR ALLAN POEThat which you mistake for madness is but an overacuteness of the senses.
EDGAR ALLAN POEAnd I fell violently on my face.
EDGAR ALLAN POE