If a poem hasn’t ripped apart your soul; you haven’t experienced poetry.
EDGAR ALLAN POEIf a poem hasn’t ripped apart your soul; you haven’t experienced poetry.
EDGAR ALLAN POEThat which you mistake for madness is but an overacuteness of the senses.
EDGAR ALLAN POEIn efforts to soar above our nature, we invariably fall below it.
EDGAR ALLAN POEI am a writer. Therefore, I am not sane.
EDGAR ALLAN POEA man’s grammar, like Caesar’s wife, should not only be pure, but above suspicion of impurity.
EDGAR ALLAN POEThe death of a beautiful woman is, unquestionably, the most poetical topic in the world.
EDGAR ALLAN POEI remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind.
EDGAR ALLAN POEI have, indeed, no abhorrence of danger, except in its absolute effect – in terror.
EDGAR ALLAN POEAll that we see and seem is but a dream within a dream.
EDGAR ALLAN POEEven in the grave, all is not lost.
EDGAR ALLAN POEDeep in earth my love is lying and I must weep alone.
EDGAR ALLAN POEMen have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence.
EDGAR ALLAN POEThose who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.
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 POEThose who gossip with you will gossip about you.
EDGAR ALLAN POEThe boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?
EDGAR ALLAN POE