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More Quotes by Edgar Allan Poe
Art is to look at not to criticize.
If a poem hasn't ripped apart your soul; you haven't experienced poetry.
I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.
Never to suffer would have been never to have been blessed
I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind.
Those who gossip with you will gossip about you.
Me volví loco, con largos intervalos de horrible cordura.
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.
Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.
The believer is happy. The doubter is wise.