Edgar Allan Poe Quotes

And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.

...the agony of my soul found vent in one loud, long and final scream of despair.

The plots of God are perfect. The Universe is a plot of God.

Of puns it has been said that those who most dislike them are those who are least able to utter them.

The most natural, and, consequently, the truest and most intense of the human affections are those which arise in the heart as if by electric sympathy.

To observe attentively is to remember distinctly.

You will observe that the stories told are all about money-seekers, not about money-finders.

Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore.

Life is for the strong, to be lived by the strong and if need be, taken by the strong. The weak were put on earth to give the strong pleasure.

I am walking like a bewitched corpse, with the certainty of being eaten by the infinite, of being annulled by the only existing Absurd.

Who cares how time advances? I am drinking ale today.

Me volví loco, con largos intervalos de horrible cordura.

I am above the weakness of seeking to establish a sequence of cause and effect, between the disaster and the atrocity.

It may well be doubted whether human ingenuity can construct an enigma... which human ingenuity may not, by proper application, resolve.

To die laughing must be the most glorious of all glorious deaths!

Even in the grave, all is not lost.

I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat.

There are moments when, even to the sober eye of Reason, the world of our sad humanity must assume the aspect of Hell.

Art is to look at not to criticize.

It may be roundly asserted that human ingenuity cannot concoct a cipher which human ingenuity cannot resolve.

There are chords in the hearts of the most reckless which cannot be touched without emotion.

Marking a book is literally an experience of your differences or agreements with the author. It is the highest respect you can pay him.

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary.

Sleep, those little slices of death — how I loathe them.

Sensations are the great things, after all. Should you ever be drowned or hung, be sure and make a note of your sensations; they will be worth to you ten guineas a sheet.

Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.

I have made no money. I am as poor now as ever I was in my life - except in hope, which is by no means bankable.

We had always dwelled together, beneath a tropical sun, in the Valley of the Many Colored Grass.

To elevate the soul, poetry is necessary.

I have before suggested that a genuine blackguard is never without a pocket-handkerchief.

The death of a beautiful woman, is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world.

Experience has shown, and a true philosophy will always show, that a vast, perhaps the larger portion of the truth arises from the seemingly irrelevant.

For years your name never passed my lips, while my soul drank in, with a delirious thirst, all that was uttered in my presence respecting you.

As the strong man exults in his physical ability, delighting in such exercises as call his muscles into action, so glories the analyst in that moral activity which disentangles.

And all I loved, I loved alone.

A wrong is unredressed when retribution overtakes its redresser. It is equally unredressed when the avenger fails to make himself felt as such to him who has done the wrong.

In efforts to soar above our nature, we invariably fall below it.

A dirge for her the doubly dead in that she died so young.

Democracy is a very admirable form of government - for dogs

And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you"— here I opened wide the door; — Darkness there, and nothing more.

Man's real life is happy, chiefly because he is ever expecting that it soon will be so.

That man is not truly brave who is afraid either to seem or to be, when it suits him, a coward.

Convinced myself, I seek not to convince.

I intend to put up with nothing that I can put down.

The analytical power should not be confounded with simple ingenuity; for while the analyst is necessarily ingenious, the ingenious man is often remarkably incapable of analysis.

Thank Heaven! The crisis /The danger is past, and the lingering illness, is over at last /, and the fever called ''Living'' is conquered at last.

Deep in earth my love is lying And I must weep alone.

No man who ever lived knows any more about the hereafter than you and I.

I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow.

I was never kinder to the old man than during the whole week before I killed him.