That which you mistake for madness is but an overacuteness of the senses.
EDGAR ALLAN POEWe loved with a love that was more than love.
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I have, indeed, no abhorrence of danger, except in its absolute effect – in terror.
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Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best have gone to their eternal rest.
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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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The scariest monsters are the ones that lurk within our souls.
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Yet mad I am not and very surely do I not dream.
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A short story must have a single mood and every sentence must build towards it.
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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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The past is a pebble in my shoe.
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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 eye, like a shattered mirror, multiplies the images of sorrow.
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That man is not truly brave who is afraid either to seem or to be, when it suits him, a coward.
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We loved with a love that was more than love.
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Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore.
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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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Books, indeed, were his sole luxuries.
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