Even with the utterly lost, to whom life and death are equally jests, there are matters of which no jest can be made.
EDGAR ALLAN POELord, help my poor soul.
More Edgar Allan Poe Quotes
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Even in the grave, all is not lost.
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The nose of a mob is its imagination. By this, at any time, it can be quietly led.
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The death of a beautiful woman is, unquestionably, the most poetical topic in the world.
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Years of love have been forgot, In the hatred of a minute.
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There is an eloquence in true enthusiasm.
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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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A short story must have a single mood and every sentence must build towards it.
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And I fell violently on my face.
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All that we see and seem is but a dream within a dream.
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That pleasure which is at once the most pure, the most elevating and the most intense, is derived, I maintain, from the contemplation of the beautiful.
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The past is a pebble in my shoe.
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The true genius shudders at incompleteness – and usually prefers silence to saying something which is not everything it should be.
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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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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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