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More Quotes by Edgar Allan Poe
If a poem hasn't ripped apart your soul; you haven't experienced poetry.
Those who gossip with you will gossip about you.
If a man deceives me once, shame on him; if he deceives me twice, shame on me.
Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.
They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night
I have great faith in fools,— self-confidence my friends will call it.
All suffering originates from craving, from attachment, from desire.
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.
Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.
And all I loved, I loved alone.
