More Quotes by Edgar Allan Poe
Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.
I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.
If a poem hasn't ripped apart your soul; you haven't experienced poetry.
I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.
They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night
I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind.
Art is to look at not to criticize.
Years of love have been forgot, In the hatred of a minute.
The scariest monsters are the ones that lurk within our souls.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.
