Books, indeed, were his sole luxuries.
EDGAR ALLAN POEMen have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence.
More Edgar Allan Poe Quotes
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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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The ninety and nine are with dreams, content, but the hope of the world made new, is the hundredth man who is grimly bent on making those dreams come true.
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Yet mad I am not and very surely do I not dream.
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Years of love have been forgot, In the hatred of a minute.
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Now this is the point. You fancy me a mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded.
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The eye, like a shattered mirror, multiplies the images of sorrow.
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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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Those who gossip with you will gossip about you.
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We loved with a love that was more than love.
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Sleep, those little slices of death – how I loathe them.
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Invisible things are the only realities.
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That man is not truly brave who is afraid either to seem or to be, when it suits him, a coward.
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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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And all I loved, I loved alone.
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There is no exquisite beauty without some strangeness in the proportion.
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