A million candles have burned themselves out. Still I read on.
EDGAR ALLAN POEWe loved with a love that was more than love.
More Edgar Allan Poe Quotes
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A lie travels round the world while truth is putting her boots on.
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I am a writer. Therefore, I am not sane.
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If a poem hasn’t ripped apart your soul; you haven’t experienced poetry.
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I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat.
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Years of love have been forgot, In the hatred of a minute.
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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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There are some secrets which do not permit themselves to be told.
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Convinced myself, I seek not to convince.
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Mysteries force a man to think, and so injure his health.
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Sleep, those little slices of death – how I loathe them.
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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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Man’s real life is happy, chiefly because he is ever expecting that it soon will be so.
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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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To die laughing must be the most glorious of all glorious deaths!
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There is no exquisite beauty without some strangeness in the proportion.
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