More Quotes by Edgar Allan Poe
I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind.
The believer is happy. The doubter is wise.
Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.
They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Those who gossip with you will gossip about you.
Art is to look at not to criticize.
Never to suffer would have been never to have been blessed
The past is a pebble in my shoe.
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.
