Edgar Allan Poe Quotes
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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.
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I found him well educated, with unusual powers of mind, but infected with misanthropy, and subject to perverse moods of alternate enthusiasm and melancholy.
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All works of art should begin... at the end.
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The history of all Magazines shows plainly that those which have attained celebrity were indebted for it to articles similar in natureto Berenice--although, I grant you, far superior in style and execution. I say similar in nature. You ask me in what does this nature consist? In the ludicrous heightened into the grotesque: the fearful coloured into the horrible: the witty exaggerated into the burlesque: the singular wrought out into the strange and mystical.
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Believe only half of what you see and nothing that you hear.
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We gave the Future to the winds, and slumbered tranquilly in the Present, weaving the dull world around us into dreams.
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Who cares how time advances? I am drinking ale today.
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True, nervous, very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am, but why will say that I am mad?! The disease had haunted my senses, not destroyed, not dulled them. Of all the sense of hearing acute.
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He must be theory-mad beyond redemption who ... shall ... persist in attempting to reconcile the obstinate oils and waters of Poetry and Truth.
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Art is to look at not to criticize.
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Literature is the most noble of professions. In fact, it is about the only one fit for a man.
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Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore.
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A poem in my opinion, is opposed to a work of science by having for its immediate object, pleasure, not truth.
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In for ever knowing, we are for ever blessed; but to know all were the curse of a fiend...
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There are moments when, even to the sober eye of Reason, the world of our sad humanity must assume the aspect of Hell.
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Every moment of the night Forever changing places And they put out the star-light With the breath from their pale faces...
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It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee;-- And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.
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You are not wrong who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream.
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Yes," I said, "for the love of God!
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Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!” Quoth the raven, “Nevermore.