More Quotes by Edgar Allan Poe
The eye, like a shattered mirror, multiplies the images of sorrow
The past is a pebble in my shoe.
To die laughing must be the most glorious of all glorious deaths!
Never to suffer would have been never to have been blessed
There are some secrets which do not permit themselves to be told.
False hope is nicer than no hope at all.
I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind.
I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been the desperate attempt to escape from torturing memories, from a sense of insupportable loneliness and a dread of some strange impending doom.
I have great faith in fools,— self-confidence my friends will call it.
I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.
