More Quotes by Edgar Allan Poe
The eye, like a shattered mirror, multiplies the images of sorrow
And all I loved, I loved alone.
The scariest monsters are the ones that lurk within our souls.
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.
False hope is nicer than no hope at all.
All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.
They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night
To vilify a great man is the readiest way in which a little man can himself attain greatness.
Years of love have been forgot, In the hatred of a minute.
Me volví loco, con largos intervalos de horrible cordura.
