Man’s real life is happy, chiefly because he is ever expecting that it soon will be so.
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 eye, like a shattered mirror, multiplies the images of sorrow.
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Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December; And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
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Books, indeed, were his sole luxuries.
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Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
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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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Even for those to whom life and death are equal jests. There are some things that are still held in respect.
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A lie travels round the world while truth is putting her boots on.
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Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.
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Never to suffer would never to have been blessed.
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Imperceptibly the love of these discords grew upon me as my love of music grew stronger.
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That which you mistake for madness is but an overacuteness of the senses.
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There is no exquisite beauty without some strangeness in the proportion.
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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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The true genius shudders at incompleteness – imperfection – and usually prefers silence to saying the something which is not everything that should be said.
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There is an eloquence in true enthusiasm.
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