He must be theory-mad beyond redemption who ... shall ... persist in attempting to reconcile the obstinate oils and waters of Poetry and Truth. Edgar Allan Poe More Quotes by Edgar Allan Poe More Quotes From Edgar Allan Poe 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. Edgar Allan Poe strong exercise men The best chess-player in Christendom may be little more than the best player of chess; but proficiency in whist implies capacity for success in all those more important undertakings where mind struggles with mind. Edgar Allan Poe player struggle mind The rain came down upon my head - Unshelter'd. And the wind rendered me mad and deaf and blind. Edgar Allan Poe mad rain wind Now this is the point. You fancy me a mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded. Edgar Allan Poe fancy mad should-have From childhood's hour I have not been. As others were, I have not seen. As others saw, I could not awaken. My heart to joy at the same tone. And all I loved, I loved alone. Edgar Allan Poe loss heart love The goodness of your true pun is in the direct ratio of its intolerability. Edgar Allan Poe punning ratios goodness There was much of the beautiful, much of the wanton, much of the bizarre, something of the terrible, and not a little of that which might have excited disgust. Edgar Allan Poe littles might beautiful There are two bodies - the rudimental and the complete; corresponding with the two conditions of the worm and the butterfly. What we call "death," is but the painful metamorphosis. Our present incarnation is progressive, preparatory, temporary. Our future is perfected, ultimate, immortal. The ultimate life is the full design. Edgar Allan Poe butterfly two death In the deepest slumber-no! In delirium-no! In a swoon-no! In death-no! even in the grave all is not lost. Edgar Allan Poe delirium slumber lost Villains!' I shrieked. 'Dissemble no more! I admit the deed! Tear up the planks! Here, here! It is the beating of his hideous heart! Edgar Allan Poe guilt tears heart I have, indeed, no abhorrence of danger, except in its absolute effect - in terror. Edgar Allan Poe terror literature danger It will be found, in fact, that the ingenious are always fanciful, and the truly imaginative never otherwise than analytic. Edgar Allan Poe imagination literature facts There are few cases in which mere popularity should be considered a proper test of merit; but the case of song-writing is, I think, one of the few. Edgar Allan Poe writing song thinking Come little children I'll take thee away, into a land of Enchantment Come little children the time's come to play here in my garden of Shadows Follow sweet children I'll show thee the way through all the pain and the Sorrows Weep not poor childlen for life is this way murdering beauty and Passions Hush now dear children it must be this way to weary of life and Deceptions Rest now my children for soon we'll away into the calm and the Quiet Come little children I'll take thee away, into a land of Enchantment Come little children the time's come to play here in my garden of Shadows Edgar Allan Poe pain sweet children The best things in life make you sweaty. Edgar Allan Poe philosophical purpose life Of puns it has been said that those who most dislike them are those who are least able to utter them. Edgar Allan Poe punning able said Yes I now feel that it was then on that evening of sweet dreams- that the very first dawn of human love burst upon the icy night of my spirit. Since that period I have never seen nor heard your name without a shiver half of delight half of anxiety. Edgar Allan Poe dream sweet night I have not only labored solely for the benefit of others (receiving for myself a miserable pittance), but have been forced to model my thoughts at the will of men whose imbecility was evident to all but themselves Edgar Allan Poe receiving benefits men We loved with a love that was more than love. Edgar Allan Poe valentines-day marriage love We gave the Future to the winds, and slumbered tranquilly in the Present, weaving the dull world around us into dreams. Edgar Allan Poe dream wind dull
