There is an eloquence in true enthusiasm.
EDGAR ALLAN POEAll suffering originates from craving, from attachment, from desire.
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There are some secrets which do not permit themselves to be told.
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Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
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The rudiment of verse may, possibly, be found in the spondee.
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And all I loved, I loved alone.
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Lord, help my poor soul.
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It is the nature of truth in general, as of some ores in particular, to be richest when most superficial.
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Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.
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Stupidity is a talent for misconception.
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I have no faith in human perfectibility. I think that human exertion will have no appreciable effect upon humanity. Man is now only more active – not more happy – nor more wise, than he was 6000 years ago.
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The fury of a demon instantly possessed me. I knew myself no longer. My original soul seemed, at once, to take its flight from my body; and a more than fiendish malevolence, gin-nurtured, thrilled every fibre of my frame.
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Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore.
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That which you mistake for madness is but an overacuteness of the senses.
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There is no exquisite beauty without some strangeness in the proportion.
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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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False hope is nicer than no hope at all.
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If a man deceives me once, shame on him; if he deceives me twice, shame on me.
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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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Even in the grave, all is not lost.
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We had always dwelled together, beneath a tropical sun, in the Valley of the Many Colored Grass.
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With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion.
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Sleep, those little slices of death – how I loathe them.
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All suffering originates from craving, from attachment, from desire.
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I intend to put up with nothing that I can put down.
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A lie travels round the world while truth is putting her boots on.
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I am above the weakness of seeking to establish a sequence of cause and effect, between the disaster and the atrocity.
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I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow.
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