Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December; And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
EDGAR ALLAN POEThe past is a pebble in my shoe.
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I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.
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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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I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of beauty.
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I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow.
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The eye, like a shattered mirror, multiplies the images of sorrow.
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Sleep, those little slices of death – how I loathe them.
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Those who gossip with you will gossip about you.
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It is by no means an irrational fancy that, in a future existence, we shall look upon what we think our present existence, as a dream.
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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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I have, indeed, no abhorrence of danger, except in its absolute effect – in terror.
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The world is a great ocean, upon which we encounter more tempestuous storms than calms.
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Believe nothing you hear, and only one half that you see.
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I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat.
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Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore.
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Even in the grave, all is not lost.
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