Edgar Allan Poe Quotes
And because our reason violently deters us from the brink, therefore, do we the more impetuously approach it. 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. To indulge for a moment, in any attempt at thought, is to be inevitably lost; for reflection but urges us to forbear, and therefore it is, I say, that we cannot. If there be no friendly arm to check us, or if we fail in a sudden effort to prostrate ourselves backward from the abyss, we plunge, and are destroyed.
Edgar Allan Poe
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Zadie Smith
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Yair Lapid
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Pro football gave me a good sense of perspective to enter politics: I'd already been booed, cheered, cut, sold, traded and hung in effigy.
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I try to come to Asia twice a year. I also go to Europe - to London as well as to France to see my family - four or five times a year.
Daniel Boulud
Oh, yes; you Virginians shed barrels of perspiration while standing off at a distance and superintending the work your slaves do for you. It is different with us. Here it is every fellow for himself, or he doesn't get there.
Abraham Lincoln
I still have that new senator smell.
Cory Booker
I go jogging for 25 minutes every morning, even if I'm away from home.
Pierre Dukan
What do you do with your anger when the person you're mad at goes off and dies? Bury it? Bury it inside you?
Elizabeth Chandler
It's time to reintroduce Americans to America.
Bill Whittle
And because our reason violently deters us from the brink, therefore, do we the more impetuously approach it. 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. To indulge for a moment, in any attempt at thought, is to be inevitably lost; for reflection but urges us to forbear, and therefore it is, I say, that we cannot. If there be no friendly arm to check us, or if we fail in a sudden effort to prostrate ourselves backward from the abyss, we plunge, and are destroyed.
Edgar Allan Poe
