Yet I am not more sure that my soul lives, than I am that perverseness is one of the primitive impulses of the human heartone of the indivisible primary faculties, or sentiments, which give direction to the character of Man. 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 absurd infinite certainty 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 criticism purpose literature 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 fancy musical sweet Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words. Edgar Allan Poe thoughtful poetry beauty 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 mistake heart men Man's real life is happy, chiefly because he is ever expecting that it soon will be so. Edgar Allan Poe real happiness life 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 summer sun heart 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 suffering men hands In efforts to soar above our nature, we invariably fall below it. Edgar Allan Poe soar effort fall 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 beautiful love life Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears. Edgar Allan Poe carpe-diem beauty fall 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 strong taken giving Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. Edgar Allan Poe dream love art 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 inspiring death past With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion. Edgar Allan Poe passion poetry purpose 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 essence believe lying Deep in earth my love is lying And I must weep alone. Edgar Allan Poe sad love-is lying 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 misunderstood sarcasm want 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 effort believe thinking 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 vision dream night
