The pioneers and missionaries of religion have been the real cause of more trouble and war than all other classes of mankind. Edgar Allan Poe More Quotes by Edgar Allan Poe More Quotes From Edgar Allan Poe Marking a book is literally an experience of your differences or agreements with the author. It is the highest respect you can pay him. Edgar Allan Poe differences agreement book You will observe that the stories told are all about money-seekers, not about money-finders. Edgar Allan Poe seekers stories How many good books suffer neglect through the inefficiency of their beginnings! Edgar Allan Poe thoughtful suffering book I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat. Edgar Allan Poe writing inspirational life I was cautious in what I said before the young lady; for I could not be sure that she was sane; and, in fact, there was a certain restless brilliancy about her eyes that half led me to imagine she was not. Edgar Allan Poe eye half facts In death - no! even in the grave all is not lost. Else there is no immortality for man. Arousing from the most profound slumbers, we break the gossamer web of some dream. Yet in a second afterward, (so frail may that web have been) we remember not that we have dreamed. Edgar Allan Poe dream men profound During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country; and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher. I know not how it was - but, with the first glimpse of the building, a sense of insufferable gloom pervaded my spirit. Edgar Allan Poe autumn country book I am excessively slothful, and wonderfully industrious-by fits. There are epochs when any kind of mental exercise is torture, and when nothing yields me pleasure but the solitary communion with the 'mountains & the woods'-the 'altars' of Byron. I have thus rambled and dreamed away whole months, and awake, at last, to a sort of mania for composition. Then I scribble all day, and read all night, so long as the disease endures. Edgar Allan Poe exercise depression night Sleep, those little slices of death — how I loathe them. Edgar Allan Poe sleep littles death For years your name never passed my lips, while my soul drank in, with a delirious thirst, all that was uttered in my presence respecting you. Edgar Allan Poe soul names years I have made no money. I am as poor now as ever I was in my life - except in hope, which is by no means bankable. Edgar Allan Poe poor made mean Sensations are the great things, after all. Should you ever be drowned or hung, be sure and make a note of your sensations; they will be worth to you ten guineas a sheet. Edgar Allan Poe guinea notes should Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?" This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!" — Merely this, and nothing more Edgar Allan Poe echoes dream long Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore--While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As if some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. "'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door--Only this and nothing more. Edgar Allan Poe sad rap doors There is something in the unselfish and self-sacrificing love of a brute, which goes directly to the heart of him who has had frequent occasion to test the paltry friendship and gossamer fidelity of mere Man. Edgar Allan Poe sacrifice heart love Convinced myself, I seek not to convince. Edgar Allan Poe convince convinced ...If you do not take it up with you in some way, I shall be under the necessity of breaking your head with this shovel Edgar Allan Poe shovels ifs way Yet I am not more sure that my soul lives, than I am that perverseness is one of the primitive impulses of the human heart - one of the indivisible primary faculties, or sentiments, which give direction to the character of Man. Who has not, a hundred times, found himself committing a vile or a silly action, for no other reason than because he knows he should not? Have we not a perpetual inclination, in the teeth of our best judgment, to violate that which is Law, merely because we understand it to be such? Edgar Allan Poe silly heart character Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore - Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore! Quoth the raven, `Nevermore. Edgar Allan Poe ravens names night And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me — filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door — Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; — This it is, and nothing more. Edgar Allan Poe purple heart doors
