A million candles have burned themselves out. Still I read on.
EDGAR ALLAN POEThe 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 was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.
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In efforts to soar above our nature, we invariably fall below it.
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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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A short story must have a single mood and every sentence must build towards it.
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Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence.
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All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.
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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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If a poem hasn’t ripped apart your soul; you haven’t experienced poetry.
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To elevate the soul, poetry is necessary.
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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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I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind.
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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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To die laughing must be the most glorious of all glorious deaths!
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Mysteries force a man to think, and so injure his health.
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