The eye, like a shattered mirror, multiplies the images of sorrow Edgar Allan Poe More Quotes by Edgar Allan Poe More Quotes From Edgar Allan Poe It may well be doubted whether human ingenuity can construct an enigma... which human ingenuity may not, by proper application, resolve. Edgar Allan Poe enigma doubt may There are certain themes of which the interest is all-absorbing, but which are too entirely horrible for the purposes of legitimate fiction. Edgar Allan Poe certain purpose fiction From a proud tower in the town, Death looks gigantically down. Edgar Allan Poe towers death looks Fill with mingled cream and amber, I will drain that glass again. Such hilarious visions clamber Through the chamber of my brain — Quaintest thoughts — queerest fancies Come to life and fade away; What care I how time advances? I am drinking ale today. Edgar Allan Poe drinking beer food One morning, in cool blood, I slipped a noose about its neck and hung it to the limb of a tree; — hung it with the tears streaming from my eyes, and with the bitterest remorse at my heart; — hung it because I knew that it had loved me, and because I felt it had given me no reason of offence; — hung it because I knew that in so doing I was committing a sin — a deadly sin that would so jeopardize my immortal soul as to place it — if such a thing were possible — even beyond the reach of the infinite mercy of the Most Merciful and Most Terrible God. Edgar Allan Poe eye heart morning Science has not yet taught us if madness is or is not the sublimity of the intelligence. Edgar Allan Poe thoughtful taught-us intelligence And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor, Shall be lifted -- Nevermore! Edgar Allan Poe halloween ravens lying Even with the utterly lost, to whom life and death are equally jests, there are matters of which no jest can be made. Edgar Allan Poe life-and-death matter lost It is the curse of a certain order of mind, that it can never rest satisfied with the consciousness of its ability to do a thing.Still less is it content with doing it. It must both know and show how it was done. Edgar Allan Poe done mind order I could have clasped the red walls to my bosom as a garment of eternal peace. "Death," I said, "any death but that of the pit!" Fool! might I have not known that into the pit it was the object of the burning iron to urge me? Edgar Allan Poe burning iron wall Tell a scoundrel, three or four times a day, that he is the pink of probity, and you make him at least the perfection of "respectability" in good earnest. On the other hand, accuse an honorable man, too petinaciously, of being a villain, and you fill him with a perverse ambition to show you that you are not altogether in the wrong. Edgar Allan Poe ambition revenge men Finally on Sunday morning, October 7, 1849, "He became quiet and seemed to rest for a short time. Then, gently, moving his head," he said, "Lord help my poor soul." As he had lived so he died-in great misery and tragedy. Edgar Allan Poe morning life moving Odors have an altogether peculiar force, in affecting us through association; a force differing essentially from that of objects addressing the touch, the taste, the sight or the hearing. Edgar Allan Poe odor smell sight Few persons can be made to believe that it is not quite an easy thing to invent a method of secret writing that shall baffle investigation. Yet it may be roundly asserted that human ingenuity cannot concoct a cipher which human ingenuity cannot resolve. Edgar Allan Poe writing discovery believe The reproduction of Edgar Allan Poe perceive veils soul Yet we met; and fate bound us together at the alter,and I never spoke of passion nor thought of love. She, however shunned society, and, attaching herself to me alone rendered me happy. It is a happiness to wonder; it is a happiness to dream. Edgar Allan Poe fate passion dream If we examine a work of ordinary art, by means of a powerful microscope, all traces of resemblance to nature will disappear - but the closest scrutiny of the photogenic drawing discloses only a more absolute truth, a more perfect identity of aspect with the thing represented. Edgar Allan Poe powerful photography art Literature is the most noble of professions. In fact, it is about the only one fit for a man. Edgar Allan Poe thoughtful noble men I heed not that my earthly lot Hath - little of Earth in it - That years of love have been forgot In the hatred of a minute: - I mourn not that the desolate Are happier, sweet, than I, But that you sorrow for my fate Who am a passer by. Edgar Allan Poe fate sweet years Decorum -- that bug-bear which deters so many from bliss until the opportunity for bliss has forever gone by. Edgar Allan Poe gone forever opportunity
