More Quotes by Edgar Allan Poe
Happiness is not to be found in knowledge, but in the acquisition of knowledge
I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind.
Never to suffer would have been never to have been blessed
Years of love have been forgot, In the hatred of a minute.
Art is to look at not to criticize.
The scariest monsters are the ones that lurk within our souls.
And all I loved, I loved alone.
They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night
The past is a pebble in my shoe.
The eye, like a shattered mirror, multiplies the images of sorrow
