Edgar Allen Poe Quotes
Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.
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.
Never to suffer would never to have been blessed.
Sleep, those little slices of death; Oh how I loathe them.
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.
With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion.
I have great faith in fools; self-confidence, my friends call it.
But in the expression of the countenance, which was beaming all over with smiles, there still lurked (incomprehensible anomaly!) that fitful stain of melancholy which will ever be found inseparable from the perfection of the beautiful.
But as in ethics, evil is a consequence of good, so, in fact, out of joy is sorrow born.