October 13, 2016

Edgar Allan Poe Quotes

“A dark unfathom’d tide Of interminable pride — A mystery, and a dream, Should my early life seem.”

“All religion, my friend, is simply evolved out of fraud, fear, greed, imagination, and poetry.”

“All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.”

“And all my days are trances, And all my nightly dreams Are where thy grey eye glances, And where thy footstep gleams — In what ethereal dances, By what eternal streams.”

“And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all.”

“And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming.”

“Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.”

“But as, in ethics, evil is a consequence of good, so, in fact, out of joy is sorrow born. Either the memory of past bliss is the anguish of to-day, or the agonies which are have their origin in the ecstasies which might have been.”

“By a route obscure and lonely, Haunted by ill angels only, Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT, On a black throne reigns upright, I have reached these lands but newly From an ultimate dim Thule — Fom a wild weird clime that lieth, sublime, Out of SPACE — out of TIME.”

“Convinced myself, I seek not to convince.”

“Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.”

“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.”

“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 — From the same source I have not taken My sorrow — I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone — And all I lov’d — I lov’d alone —”

“Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! — quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door! Quoth the Raven, Nevermore.”

“Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore — Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore! Quoth the Raven, Nevermore.”

“I am above the weakness of seeking to establish a sequence of cause and effect, between the disaster and the atrocity.”

“I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.”

“I have great faith in fools; self-confidence my friends call it.”

“I have no faith in human perfectibility. 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.”

“I have, indeed, no abhorrence of danger, except in its absolute effect – in terror.”

“I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat.”

“If you wish to forget anything on the spot, make a note that this thing is to be remembered.”

“In criticism I will be bold, and as sternly, absolutely just with friend and foe. From this purpose nothing shall turn me.”

“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.”

“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.”

“It is the nature of truth in general, as of some ores in particular, to be richest when most superficial.”

“It may well be doubted whether human ingenuity can construct an enigma… which human ingenuity may not, by proper application, resolve.”

“It will be found, in fact, that the ingenious are always fanciful, and the truly imaginative never otherwise than analytic.”

“Man’s real life is happy, chiefly because he is ever expecting that it soon will be so.”

“Never to suffer would never to have been blessed.”

“Of puns it has been said that those who most dislike them are those who are least able to utter them.”

“Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.”

“Over the Mountains Of the Moon, Down the Valley of the Shadow, Ride, boldly ride, The shade replied, — If you seek for Eldorado!”

“Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.”

“Science has not yet taught us if madness is or is not the sublimity of the intelligence.”

“Scorching my seared heart with a pain, not hell shall make me fear again.”

“Sleep, those little slices of death; Oh how I loathe them.”

“Stupidity is a talent for misconception.”

“Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow- 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.”

“That man is not truly brave who is afraid either to seem or to be, when it suits him, a coward.”

“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.”

“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?”

“The death of a beautiful woman, is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world.”

“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.”

“The nose of a mob is its imagination. By this, at any time, it can be quietly led.”

“The rudiment of verse may, possibly, be found in the spondee.”

“The true genius shudders at incompleteness – and usually prefers silence to saying something which is not everything it should be.”

“The world is a great ocean, upon which we encounter more tempestuous storms than calms.”

“The writer who neglects punctuation, or mispunctuates, is liable to be misunderstood for the want of merely a comma, it often occurs that an axiom appears a paradox, or that a sarcasm is converted into a sermonoid.”

“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.”

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