Edgar Allan Poe (Edgar Poe; January 19, 1809 – October 7, 1849) was an American writer, editor, and literary critic. Poe is best known for his poetry and short stories, particularly his tales of mystery and the macabre.
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Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary.
A lunatic may be
I'm a writer. Therefore. I am not sane.
In criticism I will be bold, and as sternly, absolutely just with friend and foe. From this purpose nothing shall turn me.
Mournful and Never-ending Remembrance.
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.
It will be found, in fact, that the ingenious are always fanciful, and the truly imaginative never otherwise than analytic.
I have great faith in fools; self-confidence my friends call it.
The nose of a mob is its imagination. By this, at any time, it can be quietly led.
To be thoroughly conversant with a man's heart, is to take our final lesson in the iron-clasped volume of despair.
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.
Man's real life is happy, chiefly because he is ever expecting that it soon will be so.
To vilify a great man is the readiest way in which a little man can himself attain greatness.
Believe me, there exists no such dilemma as that in which a gentleman is placed when he is forced to reply to a blackguard.
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.
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.
...And, all at once, the moon arouse through the thin ghastly mist, And was crimson in color... And they lynx which dwelleth forever in the tomb, came out therefrom. And lay down at the feet of the demon. And looked at him steadily in the face.
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.
We had always dwelled together, beneath a tropical sun, in the Valley of the Many Colored Grass.
Stupidity is a talent for misconception.
I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been the desperate attempt to escape from torturing memories, from a sense of insupportable loneliness and a dread of some strange impending doom.
Blood was its Avatar and its seal.
You need not attempt to shake off or to banter off Romance.
It is an evil you will never get rid of to the end of your days. It is a part of yourself ... of your soul. Age will only mellow it a little, and give it a holier tone.
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.
If I venture to displace ... the microscopical speck of dust... on the point of my finger,... I have done a deed which shakes the Moon in her path, which causes the Sun to be no longer the Sun, and which alters forever the destiny of multitudinous myriads of stars.
As an individual, I myself feel impelled to fancy .
.. a limitless succession of Universes.... Each exists, apart and independently, in the bosom of its proper and particular God.
We now demand the light artillery of the intellect;
we need the curt, the condensed, the pointed, the readily diffused -- in place of the verbose, the detailed, the voluminous, the inaccessible. On the other hand, the lightness of the artillery should not degenerate into pop-gunnery -- by which term we may designate the character of the greater portion of the newspaper press -- their sole legitimate object being the discussion of ephemeral matters in an ephemeral manner.
The people have nothing to do with the laws but to obey them.
Were I called on to define, very briefly, the term Art, I should call it 'the reproduction of what the Senses perceive in Nature through the veil of the soul.' The mere imitation, however accurate, of what is in Nature, entitles no man to the sacred name of 'Artist.'
Of a water that flows,With a lullaby sound,From a spring but a very fewFeet under ground --From a cavern not very farDown under ground.
Science has not yet taught us if madness is or is not the sublimity of the intelligence.
Yet I am not more sure that my soul lives, than I am that perverseness is one of the primitive impulses of the human heartone of the indivisible primary faculties, or sentiments, which give direction to the character of Man.
Of puns it has been said that those who most dislike them are those who are least able to utter them.
In one case out of a hundred a point is excessively discussed because it is obscure; in the ninety-nine remaining it is obscure because it is excessively discussed.
Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells, From the bells, bells, bells.