Sleep, those little slices of death – how I loathe them.
EDGAR ALLAN POEBooks, indeed, were his sole luxuries.
More Edgar Allan Poe Quotes
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That man is not truly brave who is afraid either to seem or to be, when it suits him, a coward.
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I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of beauty.
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Man’s real life is happy, chiefly because he is ever expecting that it soon will be so.
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To die laughing must be the most glorious of all glorious deaths!
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Science has not yet taught us if madness is or is not the sublimity of the intelligence.
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We loved with a love that was more than love.
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Mysteries force a man to think, and so injure his health.
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Yet mad I am not and very surely do I not dream.
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When a madman appears thoroughly sane, indeed, it is high time to put him in a straight jacket.
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I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat.
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Stupidity is a talent for misconception.
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Never to suffer would never to have been blessed.
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And so being young and dipped in folly I fell in love with melancholy.
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Books, indeed, were his sole luxuries.
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Deep in earth my love is lying and I must weep alone.
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