A million candles have burned themselves out. Still I read on.
EDGAR ALLAN POEIn efforts to soar above our nature, we invariably fall below it.
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We had always dwelled together, beneath a tropical sun, in the Valley of the Many Colored Grass.
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I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.
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Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December; And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
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Sleep, those little slices of death – how I loathe them.
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Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.
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A wise man hears one word and understands two.
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Lord, help my poor soul.
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Never to suffer would never to have been blessed.
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All that we see and seem is but a dream within a dream.
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Happiness is not to be found in knowledge, but in the acquisition of knowledge.
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I have, indeed, no abhorrence of danger, except in its absolute effect – in terror.
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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.
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The fury of a demon instantly possessed me. I knew myself no longer. My original soul seemed, at once, to take its flight from my body; and a more than fiendish malevolence, gin-nurtured, thrilled every fibre of my frame.
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I intend to put up with nothing that I can put down.
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And all I loved, I loved alone.
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