Never to suffer would never to have been blessed.
EDGAR ALLAN POEBooks, indeed, were his sole luxuries.
More Edgar Allan Poe Quotes
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Sleep, those little slices of death – how I loathe them.
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I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat.
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Man’s real life is happy, chiefly because he is ever expecting that it soon will be so.
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The world is a great ocean, upon which we encounter more tempestuous storms than calms.
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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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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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Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.
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Believe nothing you hear, and only one half that you see.
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There are some secrets which do not permit themselves to be told.
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Happiness is not to be found in knowledge, but in the acquisition of knowledge.
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We loved with a love that was more than love.
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If a poem hasn’t ripped apart your soul; you haven’t experienced poetry.
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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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And I fell violently on my face.
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I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.
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