That which you mistake for madness is but an overacuteness of the senses.
EDGAR ALLAN POEI became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.
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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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Sleep, those little slices of death – how I loathe them.
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I am a writer. Therefore, I am not sane.
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I have great faith in fools – self-confidence my friends will call it.
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False hope is nicer than no hope at all.
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Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.
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Art is to look at not to criticize.
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I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of beauty.
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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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Yet mad I am not and very surely do I not dream.
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The death of a beautiful woman is, unquestionably, the most poetical topic in the world.
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I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.
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All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.
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Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.
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If a poem hasn’t ripped apart your soul; you haven’t experienced poetry.
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