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More Quotes by Edgar Allan Poe
Years of love have been forgot, In the hatred of a minute.
The past is a pebble in my shoe.
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Art is to look at not to criticize.
Always keep a big bottle of booze at your side. If a bird starts talking nonsense to you in the middle of the night pour yourself a stiff drink.
All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.
The eye, like a shattered mirror, multiplies the images of sorrow
If you run out of ideas follow the road; you'll get there
There is no beauty without some strangeness
If a man deceives me once, shame on him; if he deceives me twice, shame on me.