Sleep, those little slices of death – how I loathe them.
EDGAR ALLAN POEBeauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.
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I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.
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I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow.
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Never to suffer would never to have been blessed.
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I intend to put up with nothing that I can put down.
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A million candles have burned themselves out. Still I read on.
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I have no faith in human perfectibility. I think that human exertion will have no appreciable effect upon humanity. Man is now only more active – not more happy – nor more wise, than he was 6000 years ago.
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We had always dwelled together, beneath a tropical sun, in the Valley of the Many Colored Grass.
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And all I loved, I loved alone.
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Art is to look at not to criticize.
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Even in the grave, all is not lost.
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Books, indeed, were his sole luxuries.
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From childhood’s hour I have not been. As others were, I have not seen. As others saw, I could not awaken. My heart to joy at the same tone. And all I loved, I loved alone.
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Mysteries force a man to think, and so injure his health.
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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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I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.
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