Quotes by Edgar Allan Poe

All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting…

The boundaries which divide life from death are at best shadowy and vague.

We loved with a love that was more than love.

I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.

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

Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.

Believe only half of what you see and nothing that you hear.

I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat.

To die laughing must be the most glorious of all substances.

I have no faith in human perfectibility.

To elevate the soul, poetry is necessary.

Quotes by Edgar Allan Poe part 2

Science has not yet taught us if madness is or is not the sublimity of the intelligence.

I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of beauty.

And so, being young and dipped in folly, I fell in love with melancholy.

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

There is no beauty without some strangeness.

I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind.

Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.

Never to suffer would never to have been blessed.

I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.

The scariest monsters are the ones that lurk within our souls.

There is no exquisite beauty without some strangeness in the proportion.

The best things in life make you sweaty.

Men have called me mad, but the question is not yet settled whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence.

I have great faith in fools; self-confidence, my friends call it.

It is by no means an irrational fancy that, in a future existence, we shall look upon what we think our present existence, as a dream.

Years of love have been forgotten in the hatred of a minute.

All religion, my friend, is simply evolved out of fraud, fear, greed, imagination, and poetry.

I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind.

The length of madness is long enough to be its own eternity.

I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of beauty.

It is a happiness to wonder; it is a happiness to dream.

I have no faith in human perfectibility.

We loved with a love that was more than love.

Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.

There is no beauty without some strangeness.

To elevate the soul, poetry is necessary.

Never to suffer would never to have been blessed.

We loved with a love that was more than love.

The best things in life make you sweaty.

Men have called me mad, but the question is not yet settled whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence.

Years of love have been forgotten in the hatred of a minute.

It is by no means an irrational fancy that, in a future existence, we shall look upon what we think our present existence, as a dream.

It is a happiness to wonder; it is a happiness to dream.

All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting…

The boundaries which divide life from death are at best shadowy and vague.

We loved with a love that was more than love.

I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.

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

Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.

Believe only half of what you see and nothing that you hear.

I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat.

To die laughing must be the most glorious of all substances.

I have no faith in human perfectibility.

To elevate the soul, poetry is necessary.

Science has not yet taught us if madness is or is not the sublimity of the intelligence.

I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of beauty.

And so, being young and dipped in folly, I fell in love with melancholy.

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

There is no beauty without some strangeness.

I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind.

Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.

Never to suffer would never to have been blessed.

I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.

The scariest monsters are the ones that lurk within our souls.

There is no exquisite beauty without some strangeness in the proportion.

The best things in life make you sweaty.

Men have called me mad, but the question is not yet settled whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence.

I have great faith in fools; self-confidence, my friends call it.

It is by no means an irrational fancy that, in a future existence, we shall look upon what we think our present existence, as a dream.

Years of love have been forgotten in the hatred of a minute.

All religion, my friend, is simply evolved out of fraud, fear, greed, imagination, and poetry.

I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind.

The length of madness is long enough to be its own eternity.

I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of beauty.

It is a happiness to wonder; it is a happiness to dream.

I have no faith in human perfectibility.

We loved with a love that was more than love.

Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.

There is no beauty without some strangeness.

To elevate the soul, poetry is necessary.

Never to suffer would never to have been blessed.

We loved with a love that was more than love.

The best things in life make you sweaty.

Men have called me mad, but the question is not yet settled whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence.

Years of love have been forgotten in the hatred of a minute.

It is by no means an irrational fancy that, in a future existence, we shall look upon what we think our present existence, as a dream.

It is a happiness to wonder; it is a happiness to dream.