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More Quotes by Edgar Allan Poe
The believer is happy. The doubter is wise.
I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind.
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
I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.
Art is to look at not to criticize.
To die laughing must be the most glorious of all glorious deaths!
The eye, like a shattered mirror, multiplies the images of sorrow
And so, being young and dipt in folly, I fell in love with melancholy.
Those who gossip with you will gossip about you.