A lie travels round the world while truth is putting her boots on.
EDGAR ALLAN POEThat which you mistake for madness is but an overacuteness of the senses.
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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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False hope is nicer than no hope at all.
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Even in the grave, all is not lost.
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All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.
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I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat.
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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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I am a writer. Therefore, I am not sane.
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Mysteries force a man to think, and so injure his health.
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Books, indeed, were his sole luxuries.
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A million candles have burned themselves out. Still I read on.
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A short story must have a single mood and every sentence must build towards it.
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Years of love have been forgot, In the hatred of a minute.
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Imperceptibly the love of these discords grew upon me as my love of music grew stronger.
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And I fell violently on my face.
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I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow.
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