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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.
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More Quotes by Edgar Allan Poe
Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.
If a poem hasn't ripped apart your soul; you haven't experienced poetry.
There are some secrets which do not permit themselves to be told.
Always keep a big bottle of booze at your side. If a bird starts talking nonsense to you in the middle of the night pour yourself a stiff drink.
There is no beauty without some strangeness
And so, being young and dipt in folly, I fell in love with melancholy.
A lie travels round the world while truth is putting her boots on.
If you run out of ideas follow the road; you'll get there
Art is to look at not to criticize.
Happiness is not to be found in knowledge, but in the acquisition of knowledge
