The nose of a mob is its imagination. By this, at any time, it can be quietly led.
EDGAR ALLAN POELord, help my poor soul.
More Edgar Allan Poe Quotes
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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 would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of beauty.
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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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With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion.
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To die laughing must be the most glorious of all glorious deaths!
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I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.
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The rudiment of verse may, possibly, be found in the spondee.
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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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Science has not yet taught us if madness is or is not the sublimity of the intelligence.
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I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.
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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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And so being young and dipped in folly I fell in love with melancholy.
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Leave my loneliness unbroken.
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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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Man’s real life is happy, chiefly because he is ever expecting that it soon will be so.
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