Reality is the #1 cause of insanity among those who are in contact with it Edgar Allan Poe More Quotes by Edgar Allan Poe More Quotes From Edgar Allan Poe To die laughing must be the most glorious of all glorious deaths! Edgar Allan Poe glorious dies laughing I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched. Edgar Allan Poe mental-health insane heart The fury of a demon instantly possessed me. I knew myself no longer. My original soul seemed, at once, to take its flight from my body; and a more than fiendish malevolence, gin-nurtured, thrilled every fibre of my frame. Edgar Allan Poe flight body soul The eye, like a shattered mirror, multiplies the images of sorrow Edgar Allan Poe sorrow mirrors eye The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins? Edgar Allan Poe inspirational life death Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality. Edgar Allan Poe thoughtful writing reality That pleasure which is at once the most pure, the most elevating and the most intense, is derived, I maintain, from the contemplation of the beautiful. Edgar Allan Poe intense beautiful beauty Leave my loneliness unbroken Edgar Allan Poe unbroken loneliness If a poem hasn't ripped apart your soul; you haven't experienced poetry. Edgar Allan Poe torn-apart soul havens The world is a great ocean, upon which we encounter more tempestuous storms than calms. Edgar Allan Poe storm encounters ocean Invisible things are the only realities. Edgar Allan Poe invisible halloween reality Once upon a midnight dreary Edgar Allan Poe dreary midnight If you run out of ideas follow the road; you'll get there Edgar Allan Poe persistence running ideas Stupidity is a talent for misconception. Edgar Allan Poe ignorance stupid silly 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. Edgar Allan Poe affection intense heart Never to suffer would have been never to have been blessed. Edgar Allan Poe adversity blessed spiritual Dreams are the eraser dust I blow off my page. Edgar Allan Poe dark dream memories I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow. Edgar Allan Poe atmosphere melancholy sorrow To elevate the soul, poetry is necessary. Edgar Allan Poe poetry-is soul Who cares how time advances? I am drinking ale today. Edgar Allan Poe alcohol drinking beer
