Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December; And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
EDGAR ALLAN POEI dread the events of the future, not in themselves but in their results.
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Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.
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I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow.
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Science has not yet taught us if madness is or is not the sublimity of the intelligence.
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Happiness is not to be found in knowledge, but in the acquisition of knowledge.
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Sleep, those little slices of death – how I loathe them.
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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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That which you mistake for madness is but an overacuteness of the senses.
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Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.
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Books, indeed, were his sole luxuries.
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Art is to look at not to criticize.
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I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.
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If a poem hasn’t ripped apart your soul; you haven’t experienced poetry.
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A million candles have burned themselves out. Still I read on.
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Books, indeed, were his sole luxuries.
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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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