The nose of a mob is its imagination. By this, at any time, it can be quietly led.
EDGAR ALLAN POEThe 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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Books, indeed, were his sole luxuries.
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Books, indeed, were his sole luxuries.
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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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There is no exquisite beauty without some strangeness in the proportion.
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A million candles have burned themselves out. Still I read on.
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Experience has shown, and a true philosophy will always show, that a vast, perhaps the larger, portion of truth arises from the seemingly irrelevant.
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Yet mad I am not and very surely do I not dream.
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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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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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All that we see and seem is but a dream within a dream.
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And so being young and dipped in folly I fell in love with melancholy.
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Never to suffer would never to have been blessed.
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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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Every poem should remind the reader that they are going to die.
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It is the nature of truth in general, as of some ores in particular, to be richest when most superficial.
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