Edgar Allan Poe

There is no exquisite beauty_ without some strangeness in the proportion.

Mysteries force a man to think, and so injure his health.

Take this kiss upon the brow!And, in parting from you now,Thus much let me avow-You are not wrong, who deemThat my days have been a dream;Yet if hope has flown awayIn a night, or in a day,In a vision, or in

The ninety and nine are with dreams, content, but the hope of the world made new, is the hundredth man who is grimly bent on making those dreams come true.

All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.

Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.

Yet mad I am not...and very surely do I not dream.

We loved with a love that was more than love.

Invisible things are the only realities.

I have great faith in fools - self-confidence my friends will call it.

And all I loved, I loved alone.

I am a writer. Therefore. I am not sane.

If Pierre Bon-Bon had his failings--and what great man has not a thousand?--if Pierre Bon-Bon, I say, had his failings, they were failings of very little importance--faults indeed which, in other tempers, have often been looked upon rather in the light of virtues.

It is by no means an irrational fancy that, in a future existence, we shall look upon what we think our present existence, as a dream.

The best things in life make you sweaty.

Experience has shown, and a true philosophy will always show, that a vast, perhaps the larger, portion of truth arises from the seemingly irrelevant.

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.

They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.