To elevate the soul, poetry is necessary. — Edgar Allan Poe

The scariest monsters are the ones that lurk within our souls. — Edgar Allan Poe

And much of Madness, and more of Sin, And Horror the soul of the plot. — Edgar Allan Poe

If a poem hasn’t ripped apart your soul; you haven’t experienced poetry. — Edgar Allan Poe

The reproduction of what the senses perceive in nature through the veil of the soul. — Edgar Allan Poe

Lord help my poor soul. — Edgar Allan Poe

If in many of my productions terror has been the thesis, I maintain that terror is not of Germany, but of the soul. — Edgar Allan Poe

Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears. — Edgar Allan Poe

The agony of my soul found vent in one loud, long and final scream of despair. — Edgar Allan Poe

A poem deserves its title only inasmuch as it excites, by elevating the soul. — Edgar Allan Poe

The sole purpose is to provide infinite springs, at which the soul may allay the eternal thirst TO KNOW which is forever unquenchable within it, since to quench it, would be to extinguish the soul’s self. — Edgar Allan Poe

And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor, Shall be lifted–Nevermore! — Edgar Allan Poe

I need scarcely observe that a poem deserves its title only inasmuch as it excites, by elevating the soul. The value of the poem is in the ratio of this elevating excitement. — Edgar Allan Poe

When, indeed, men speak of Beauty, they mean, precisely, not a quality, as is supposed, but an effect–they refer, in short, just to that intense and pure elevation of soul–not of intellect, or of heart. — Edgar Allan Poe

A feeling, for which I have no name, has taken possession of my soul. — Edgar Allan Poe

For years your name never passed my lips, while my soul drank in, with a delirious thirst, all that was uttered in my presence respecting you. — Edgar Allan Poe

Ah, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever! Let the bell toll!–a saintly soul floats on the Stygian river; And, Guy de Vere, hast thou no tear?–weep now or nevermore! — Edgar Allan Poe

False hope is nicer than no hope at all. — Edgar Allan Poe

The believer is happy. The doubter is wise. — Edgar Allan Poe

That man is not truly brave who is afraid either to seem or to be, when it suits him, a coward. — Edgar Allan Poe

Yes,’ I said, ‘for the love of God! — Edgar Allan Poe

We loved with a love that was more than love. — Edgar Allan Poe

Years of love have been forgot, In the hatred of a minute. — Edgar Allan Poe

I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea; But we loved with a love that was more than love–I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. — Edgar Allan Poe

Deep in earth my love is lying And I must weep alone. — Edgar Allan Poe

In the Heaven’s above, the angels, whispering to one another, can find, among their burning terms of love, none so devotional as that of ‘Mother. — Edgar Allan Poe

Imperceptibly the love of these discords grew upon me as my love of music grew stronger. — Edgar Allan Poe

This maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. — Edgar Allan Poe

Sound loves to revel in a summer night. — Edgar Allan Poe

And so being young and dipped in folly I fell in love with melancholy. — Edgar Allan Poe

Alas! for that accursed time They bore thee o’er the billow, From love to titled age and crime, And an unholy pillow! From me, and from our misty clime, Where weeps the silver willow! — Edgar Allan Poe

With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion. — Edgar Allan Poe

The best things in life make you sweaty. — Edgar Allan Poe

For her whom in life thou dids’t abhor, in death thou shalt adore — Edgar Allan Poe

A mystery, and a dream, should my early life seem. — Edgar Allan Poe

Man’s real life is happy, chiefly because he is ever expecting that it soon will be so. — Edgar Allan Poe

I have made no money. I am as poor now as ever I was in my life–except in hope, which is by no means bankable. — Edgar Allan Poe

The truth is, I am heartily sick of this life & of The nineteenth century in general. (I am convinced that every thing is going wrong.) — Edgar Allan Poe

Even with the utterly lost, to whom life and death are equally jests, there are matters of which no jest can be made. — Edgar Allan Poe

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? — Edgar Allan Poe

I have been happy, though in a dream. I have been happy–and I love the theme: Dreams! in their vivid colouring of life As in that fleeting, shadowy, misty strife — Edgar Allan Poe

Even for those to whom life and death are equal jests. There are some things that are still held in respect. — Edgar Allan Poe

And the life of the ebony clock went out with that of the last of the gay. And the flames of the tripods expired. And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all. — Edgar Allan Poe

In visions of the dark night I have dreamed of joy departed––But a waking dream of life and light Hath left me broken–hearted. — Edgar Allan Poe

Life is for the strong, to be lived by the strong and if need be, taken by the strong. The weak were put on earth to give the strong pleasure. — Edgar Allan Poe

There are some qualities, some incorporate things, that have a double life, which thus is made. A type os twin entity which springs from matter and light, envinced in solid and shade. — Edgar Allan Poe

There are few persons who have not, at some period of their lives, amused themselves in retracing the steps by which particular conclusions of their own minds have been attained. — Edgar Allan Poe

There is an eloquence in true enthusiasm — Edgar Allan Poe

Indeed, there is an eloquence in true enthusiasm that is not to be doubted. — Edgar Allan Poe

To speak algebraically, Mr. M. is execrable, but Mr. G. is (x + 1)–ecrable. — Edgar Allan Poe

No man who ever lived knows any more about the hereafter than you and I. — Edgar Allan Poe

A short story must have a single mood and every sentence must build towards it. — Edgar Allan Poe

The customs of the world are so many conventional follies. — Edgar Allan Poe

The death of a beautiful woman is, unquestionably, the most poetical topic in the world. — Edgar Allan Poe

The world is a great ocean, upon which we encounter more tempestuous storms than calms. — Edgar Allan Poe

There are moments when, even to the sober eye of Reason, the world of our sad humanity must assume the aspect of Hell. — Edgar Allan Poe

The death then of a beautiful woman is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world, and equally is it beyond doubt that the lips best suited for such topic are those of a bereaved lover. — Edgar Allan Poe

The generous Critic fann’d the Poet’s fire, And taught the world with reason to admire. — Edgar Allan Poe

If any ambitious man have a fancy to revolutionize, at one effort, the universal world of human thought, human opinion, and human sentiment. — Edgar Allan Poe

Yes, Heaven is thine; but this Is a world of sweets and sours; Our flowers are merely—flowers. — Edgar Allan Poe

Art was, for Poe, the only method by which one could penetrate the shapeless empirical world in the search for order. — Edgar Allan Poe

We gave the Future to the winds, and slumbered tranquilly in the Present, weaving the dull world around us into dreams. — Edgar Allan Poe

A lie travels round the world while truth is putting her boots on. — Edgar Allan Poe

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. — Edgar Allan Poe

Invisible things are the only realities. — Edgar Allan Poe

Misery is manifold. The wretchedness of earth is multiform. — Edgar Allan Poe

The plots of God are perfect. The Universe is a plot of God. — Edgar Allan Poe

It is the nature of truth in general, as of some ores in particular, to be richest when most superficial. — Edgar Allan Poe

Perversity is the human thirst for self–torture. — Edgar Allan Poe

It may be roundly asserted that human ingenuity cannot concoct a cipher which human ingenuity cannot resolve. — Edgar Allan Poe

It may well be doubted whether human ingenuIty can construct an enigma… which human ingenuIty may not, by proper application, resolve. — Edgar Allan Poe

I have no faith in human perfectability. 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. — Edgar Allan Poe

How much more intense is the excitement wrought in the feelings of a crowd by the contemplation of human agony, than that brought about by the most appalling spectacles of inanimate matter. — Edgar Allan Poe

No pictorial or sculptural combinations of points of human loveliness, do more than approach the living and breathing human beauty as it gladdens our daily path. — Edgar Allan Poe

All that we see and seem is but a dream within a dream. — Edgar Allan Poe

Yet, mad am I not–and very surely do I not dream. — Edgar Allan Poe

It is by no means an irrational fancy that, in a future existence, we shall look upon what we think our present existence, as a dream. — Edgar Allan Poe

It is a happiness to wonder;––it is a happiness to dream. — Edgar Allan Poe

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams. — Edgar Allan Poe

Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night. — Edgar Allan Poe

And all my days are trances, And all my nightly dreams Are where thy dark eye glances, And where thy footstep gleams––In what ethereal dances, By what eternal streams! — Edgar Allan Poe

Dreams are the eraser dust I blow off my page. They fade into the emptiness, another dark gray day. Dreams are only memories of the plans I had back then. Dreams are eraser dust and now I use a pen. — Edgar Allan Poe

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. — Edgar Allan Poe

Every poem should remind the reader that they are going to die. — Edgar Allan Poe

Beauty is the sole legitimate province of the poem. — Edgar Allan Poe

I hold that a long poem does not exist. I maintain that the phrase, ‘a long poem,’ is simply a flat contradiction in terms. — Edgar Allan Poe

Let us dismiss, as irrelevant to the poem per se, the circumstance … which, in the first place, gave rise to the intention of composing a poem that should suit at once the popular and the critical taste. — Edgar Allan Poe

A poem in my opinion, is opposed to a work of science by having for its immediate object, pleasure, not truth. — Edgar Allan Poe