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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.
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More Quotes by Edgar Allan Poe
Art is to look at not to criticize.
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.
Invisible things are the only realities.
To vilify a great man is the readiest way in which a little man can himself attain greatness.
If a man deceives me once, shame on him; if he deceives me twice, shame on me.
Years of love have been forgot, In the hatred of a minute.
False hope is nicer than no hope at all.
The believer is happy. The doubter is wise.
Me volví loco, con largos intervalos de horrible cordura.
Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.
