More Quotes by Edgar Allan Poe
And so, being young and dipt in folly, I fell in love with melancholy.
Art is to look at not to criticize.
Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence– whether much that is glorious– whether all that is profound– does not spring from disease of thought– from moods of mind exalted at the expense of the general intellect.
The past is a pebble in my shoe.
Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.
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.
I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind.
If a poem hasn't ripped apart your soul; you haven't experienced poetry.
They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night
If a man deceives me once, shame on him; if he deceives me twice, shame on me.
