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
In criticism, I will be bold, and as sternly, absolutely just with friend and foe. From this purpose nothing shall turn me. — Edgar Allan Poe
It will be found, in fact, that the ingenious are always fanciful, and the truly imaginative never otherwise than analytic. — Edgar Allan Poe
I call to mind flatness and dampness, and then all is madnessthe madness of a memory which busies itself among forbidden things. — Edgar Allan Poe
Villains!’ I shrieked. ‘Dissemble no more! I admit the deed! Tear up the planks! Here, here! It is the beating of his hideous heart! — Edgar Allan Poe
He knew that Hop-Frog was not fond of wine, for it excited the poor cripple almost to madness, and madness is no comfortable feeling. — Edgar Allan Poe
From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were I have not seen As others saw I could not bring My passions from a common spring. — 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 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
Marking a book is literally an experience of your differences or agreements with the author. It is the highest respect you can pay him. — 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
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. — Edgar Allan Poe
Who has not, a hundred times, found himself committing a vile or a silly action for no other reason than because he knows he should not?. — 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
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. — Edgar Allan Poe
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.. — Edgar Allan Poe
There is no passion in nature so demoniacally impatient, as that of him who, shuddering upon the edge of a precipice, thus meditates a Plunge. — Edgar Allan Poe
For my own part, I have never had a thought which I could not set down in words, with even more distinctness than that with which I conceived it. — Edgar Allan Poe
Thank Heaven! The crisis /The danger is past, and the lingering illness, is over at last /, and the fever called ”Living” is conquered at last. — 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
There are few cases in which mere popularity should be considered a proper test of merit, but the case of songwriting is, I think, one of the few. — Edgar Allan Poe
There are few cases in which mere popularity should be considered a proper test of merit, but the case of song-writing is, I think, one of the few. — Edgar Allan Poe
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That pleasure which is at once the most pure, the most elevating and the most intense, is derived, I maintain, from the contemplation of the beautiful. — Edgar Allan Poe
That pleasure which is at once the most pure, the most elevating and the most intense, is derived, I maintain, from the contemplation of the beautiful. — Edgar Allan Poe
Experience has shown, and a true philosophy will always show, that a vast, perhaps the larger portion of the truth arises from the seemingly irrelevant. — Edgar Allan Poe
The true genius shudders at incompleteness imperfection and usually prefers silence to saying the something which is not everything that should be said. — 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
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
I found him well educated, with unusual powers of mind, but infected with misanthropy, and subject to perverse moods of alternate enthusiasm and melancholy. — Edgar Allan Poe
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you here I opened wide the door, Darkness there, and nothing more. — 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 activenot more happy. — Edgar Allan Poe
There was much of the beautiful, much of the wanton, much of the bizarre, something of the terrible, and not a little of that which might have excited disgust. — Edgar Allan Poe
In one case out of a hundred a point is excessively discussed because it’s obscure, in the ninety-nine remaining it’s obscure because it’s excessively discussed. — 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
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
Whether people grow fat by joking, or whether there is something in fat itself which predisposes to a joke, I have never been quite able to determine…. — Edgar Allan Poe
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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
Music, when combined with a pleasurable idea, is poetry, music, without the idea, is simply music, the idea, without the music, is prose, from its very definitiveness. — Edgar Allan Poe
In our endeavors to recall to memory something long forgotten, we often find ourselves upon the very verge of remembrance, without being able, in the end, to remember. — Edgar Allan Poe