How much more intense is the excitement wrought in the feelings of a crowd by the contemplation of human agony, than that brought about by the most appalling spectacles of inanimate matter. Edgar Allan Poe More Quotes by Edgar Allan Poe More Quotes From Edgar Allan Poe I am walking like a bewitched corpse, with the certainty of being eaten by the infinite, of being annulled by the only existing Absurd. Edgar Allan Poe absurdinfinitecertainty In criticism I will be bold, and as sternly, absolutely just with friend and foe. From this purpose nothing shall turn me. Edgar Allan Poe criticismpurposeliterature And then there stole into my fancy, like a rich musical note, the thought of what sweet rest there must be in the grave. Edgar Allan Poe fancymusicalsweet Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words. Edgar Allan Poe thoughtfulpoetrybeauty And have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but over-acuteness of the sense? --now, I say, there came to my ears a low, dull, quick sound, such as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I knew that sound well, too. It was the beating of the old man's heart. It increased my fury, as the beating of a drum stimulates the soldier into courage. Edgar Allan Poe mistakeheartmen Man's real life is happy, chiefly because he is ever expecting that it soon will be so. Edgar Allan Poe realhappinesslife To him, who still would gaze upon the glory of the summer sun, there comes, when that sun will from him part, a sullen hopelessness of heart. Edgar Allan Poe summersunheart Men die nightly in their beds, wringing the hands of ghostly confessors ... on account of the hideousness of mysteries which will not suffer themselves to be revealed. Edgar Allan Poe sufferingmenhands In efforts to soar above our nature, we invariably fall below it. Edgar Allan Poe soareffortfall The death then of a beautiful woman is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world, and equally is it beyond doubt that the lips best suited for such topic are those of a bereaved lover. Edgar Allan Poe beautifullovelife Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears. Edgar Allan Poe carpe-diembeautyfall 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. Edgar Allan Poe strongtakengiving Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. Edgar Allan Poe dreamloveart 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. Edgar Allan Poe inspiringdeathpast With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion. Edgar Allan Poe passionpoetrypurpose In other words, I believed, and still do believe, that truth, is frequently of its own essence, superficial, and that, in many cases, the depth lies more in the abysses where we seek her, than in the actual situations wherein she may be found. Edgar Allan Poe essencebelievelying Deep in earth my love is lying And I must weep alone. Edgar Allan Poe sadlove-islying The writer who neglects punctuation, or mispunctuates, is liable to be misunderstood for the want of merely a comma, it often occurs that an axiom appears a paradox, or that a sarcasm is converted into a sermonoid. Edgar Allan Poe misunderstoodsarcasmwant No thinking being lives who, at some luminous point of his life of thought, has not felt himself lost amid the surges of futile efforts at understanding, or believing, that anything exists greater than his own soul. Edgar Allan Poe effortbelievethinking You are not wrong who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream. Edgar Allan Poe visiondreamnight
