More Quotes by Edgar Allan Poe
I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.
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.
The eye, like a shattered mirror, multiplies the images of sorrow
Never to suffer would have been never to have been blessed
Believe only half of what you see and nothing that you hear.
All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.
All suffering originates from craving, from attachment, from desire.
I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been the desperate attempt to escape from torturing memories, from a sense of insupportable loneliness and a dread of some strange impending doom.
Years of love have been forgot, In the hatred of a minute.
I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.
