Sleep, those little slices of death – how I loathe them.
EDGAR ALLAN POEA wise man hears one word and understands two.
More Edgar Allan Poe Quotes
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A million candles have burned themselves out. Still I read on.
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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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If a poem hasn’t ripped apart your soul; you haven’t experienced poetry.
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Stupidity is a talent for misconception.
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I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.
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I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of beauty.
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Books, indeed, were his sole luxuries.
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To elevate the soul, poetry is necessary.
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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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Convinced myself, I seek not to convince.
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False hope is nicer than no hope at all.
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I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.
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If you wish to forget anything on the spot, make a note that this thing is to be remembered.
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Even with the utterly lost, to whom life and death are equally jests, there are matters of which no jest can be made.
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Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.
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