More Quotes by Edgar Allan Poe
Those who gossip with you will gossip about you.
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.
The eye, like a shattered mirror, multiplies the images of sorrow
All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.
There is no beauty without some strangeness
Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.
I have great faith in fools,— self-confidence my friends will call it.
If a poem hasn't ripped apart your soul; you haven't experienced poetry.
To die laughing must be the most glorious of all glorious deaths!
All suffering originates from craving, from attachment, from desire.
