Edgar Allan Poe

Quotes by Edgar Allan Poe:

The best things in life make you sweaty.

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

Stupidity is a talent for misconception.

I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.

We loved with a love that was more than love.

Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.

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

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?

Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.

I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat.

The true genius shudders at incompleteness – and usually prefers silence to saying something which is not everything it should be.

It is the nature of truth in general, as of some ores in particular, to be richest when most superficial.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.

There is an eloquence in true enthusiasm.

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.

The nose of a mob is its imagination. By this, at any time, it can be quietly led.

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

I am above the weakness of seeking to establish a sequence of cause and effect, between the disaster and the atrocity.

In one case out of a hundred a point is excessively discussed because it is obscure; in the ninety-nine remaining it is obscure because it is excessively discussed.

That man is not truly brave who is afraid either to seem or to be, when it suits him, a coward.

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

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary.

If you wish to forget anything on the spot, make a note that this thing is to be remembered.

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.

The rudiment of verse may, possibly, be found in the spondee.

Science has not yet taught us if madness is or is not the sublimity of the intelligence.

I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of Beauty.

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

I have, indeed, no abhorrence of danger, except in its absolute effect – in terror.

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.

The death of a beautiful woman, is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world.

A strong argument for the religion of Christ is this – that offences against Charity are about the only ones which men on their death-beds can be made – not to understand – but to feel – as crime.

To vilify a great man is the readiest way in which a little man can himself attain greatness.

In criticism I will be bold, and as sternly, absolutely just with friend and foe. From this purpose nothing shall turn me.

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.

Of puns it has been said that those who most dislike them are those who are least able to utter them.

It will be found, in fact, that the ingenious are always fanciful, and the truly imaginative never otherwise than analytic.

With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion.