We had always dwelled together, beneath a tropical sun, in the Valley of the Many Colored Grass.
EDGAR ALLAN POEThe nose of a mob is its imagination. By this, at any time, it can be quietly led.
More Edgar Allan Poe Quotes
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Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.
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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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Experience has shown, and a true philosophy will always show, that a vast, perhaps the larger, portion of truth arises from the seemingly irrelevant.
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A man’s grammar, like Caesar’s wife, should not only be pure, but above suspicion of impurity.
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Lord, help my poor soul.
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Either the memory of past bliss is the anguish of to-day; or the agonies which are have their origins in ecstasies which might have been.
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The eye, like a shattered mirror, multiplies the images of sorrow.
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If a poem hasn’t ripped apart your soul; you haven’t experienced poetry.
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Believe nothing you hear, and only one half that you see.
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Art is to look at not to criticize.
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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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I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind.
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Leave my loneliness unbroken.
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The true genius shudders at incompleteness – imperfection – and usually prefers silence to saying the something which is not everything that should be said.
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