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More Quotes by Edgar Allan Poe
Years of love have been forgot, In the hatred of a minute.
The believer is happy. The doubter is wise.
Never to suffer would have been never to have been blessed
To die laughing must be the most glorious of all glorious deaths!
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.
I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind.
If you run out of ideas follow the road; you'll get there
Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence– whether much that is glorious– whether all that is profound– does not spring from disease of thought– from moods of mind exalted at the expense of the general intellect.
A lie travels round the world while truth is putting her boots on.
I have great faith in fools,— self-confidence my friends will call it.