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.
EDGAR ALLAN POEAh, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December; And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
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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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I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind.
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Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
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I have great faith in fools – self-confidence my friends will call it.
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The 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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A short story must have a single mood and every sentence must build towards it.
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Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best have gone to their eternal rest.
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And I fell violently on my face.
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Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.
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Imperceptibly the love of these discords grew upon me as my love of music grew stronger.
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False hope is nicer than no hope at all.
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The past is a pebble in my shoe.
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If you wish to forget anything on the spot, make a note that this thing is to be remembered.
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If a poem hasn’t ripped apart your soul; you haven’t experienced poetry.
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