Books, indeed, were his sole luxuries.
EDGAR ALLAN POEBooks, indeed, were his sole luxuries.
EDGAR ALLAN POEBelieve nothing you hear, and only one half that you see.
EDGAR ALLAN POEBlood was its Avatar and its seal.
EDGAR ALLAN POEScience has not yet taught us if madness is or is not the sublimity of the intelligence.
EDGAR ALLAN POESleep, those little slices of death – how I loathe them.
EDGAR ALLAN POENow this is the point. You fancy me a mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded.
EDGAR ALLAN POETo elevate the soul, poetry is necessary.
EDGAR ALLAN POEThe 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.
EDGAR ALLAN POEThose who gossip with you will gossip about you.
EDGAR ALLAN POEI felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow.
EDGAR ALLAN POEThe eye, like a shattered mirror, multiplies the images of sorrow.
EDGAR ALLAN POEI dread the events of the future, not in themselves but in their results.
EDGAR ALLAN POEDeep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.
EDGAR ALLAN POEEvery poem should remind the reader that they are going to die.
EDGAR ALLAN POEThat which you mistake for madness is but an overacuteness of the senses.
EDGAR ALLAN POEEither 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.
EDGAR ALLAN POE