More Quotes by Edgar Allan Poe
All suffering originates from craving, from attachment, from desire.
I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.
The eye, like a shattered mirror, multiplies the images of sorrow
Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.
To die laughing must be the most glorious of all glorious deaths!
All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.
They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night
Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.
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.
And so, being young and dipt in folly, I fell in love with melancholy.
