That which you mistake for madness is but an overacuteness of the senses.
EDGAR ALLAN POEYears of love have been forgot, In the hatred of a minute.
More Edgar Allan Poe Quotes
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The believer is happy. The doubter is wise.
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Never to suffer would never to have been blessed.
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The best things in life make you sweaty.
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I have, indeed, no abhorrence of danger, except in its absolute effect – in terror.
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Every poem should remind the reader that they are going to die.
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Deep in earth my love is lying and I must weep alone.
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I intend to put up with nothing that I can put down.
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I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow.
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I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.
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Leave my loneliness unbroken.
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Invisible things are the only realities.
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Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best have gone to their eternal rest.
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A man’s grammar, like Caesar’s wife, should not only be pure, but above suspicion of impurity.
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Either the memory of past bliss is the anguish of to-day; or the agonies which are have their origins in ecstasies which might have been.
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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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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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Blood was its Avatar and its seal.
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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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As a poet and as a mathematician, he would reason well; as a mere mathematician, he could not have reasoned at all.
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The past is a pebble in my shoe.
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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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Sleep, those little slices of death – how I loathe them.
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If a poem hasn’t ripped apart your soul; you haven’t experienced poetry.
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Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.
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And I fell violently on my face.
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Imperceptibly the love of these discords grew upon me as my love of music grew stronger.
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