More Quotes by Edgar Allan Poe
If a man deceives me once, shame on him; if he deceives me twice, shame on me.
I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.
If a poem hasn't ripped apart your soul; you haven't experienced poetry.
Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.
Years of love have been forgot, In the hatred of a minute.
All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.
The believer is happy. The doubter is wise.
Me volví loco, con largos intervalos de horrible cordura.
I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.
