Quotes of All Topics . Occasions . Authors
If you are ever drowned or hung, be sure and make a note of your sensations.
And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all.
A poem deserves its title only inasmuch as it excites, by elevating the soul.
If a man deceives me once, shame on him; if he deceives me twice, shame on me.
Happiness is not to be found in knowledge, but in the acquisition of knowledge
A short story must have a single mood and every sentence must build towards it.
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams of the beautiful Annabel Lee
How many good books suffer neglect through the inefficiency of their beginnings!
...the agony of my soul found vent in one loud, long and final scream of despair.
I was never kinder to the old man than during the whole week before I killed him.
The nose of a mob is its imagination. By this, at any time, it can be quietly led.
I have, indeed, no abhorrence of danger, except in its absolute effect - in terror.
I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of Beauty.
The reproduction of what the senses perceive in nature through the veil of the soul.
Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.
Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best have gone to their eternal rest.
The world is a great ocean, upon which we encounter more tempestuous storms than calms.
The generous Critic fann'd the Poet's fire, And taught the world with reason to admire.
Man's real life is happy, chiefly because he is ever expecting that it soon will be so.
The death of a beautiful woman, is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world.
In for ever knowing, we are for ever blessed; but to know all were the curse of a fiend
Science has not yet taught us if madness is or is not the sublimity of the intelligence.
Imperceptibly the love of these discords grew upon me as my love of music grew stronger.
It all depends on the robber's knowledge of the loser's knowledge of the robber. - Daupin
I have before suggested that a genuine blackguard is never without a pocket-handkerchief.
True! - nervous - very, very nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad?
Boston: Their hotels are bad. Their pumpkin pies are delicious. Their poetry is not so good.
There are chords in the hearts of the most reckless which cannot be touched without emotion.
You will observe that the stories told are all about money-seekers, not about money-finders.
It was night, and the rain fell; and falling, it was rain, but, having fallen, it was blood.
If you wish to forget anything on the spot, make a note that this thing is to be remembered.
A man's grammar, like Caesar's wife, must not only be pure, but above suspicion of impurity.
Tell me truly, I implore-- Is there-- is there balm in Gilead?--tell me--tell me, I implore!
To vilify a great man is the readiest way in which a little man can himself attain greatness.
Literature is the most noble of professions. In fact, it is about the only one fit for a man.
All religion, my friend, is simply evolved out of fraud, fear, greed, imagination, and poetry.
Yes, Heaven is thine; but this Is a world of sweets and sours; Our flowers are merelyflowers.
The rain came down upon my head - Unshelter'd. And the wind rendered me mad and deaf and blind.
Perched upon a bust of Pallas, just above my chamber door,- Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
When a madman appears thoroughly sane, indeed, it is high time to put him in a straight jacket.
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor, Shall be lifted -- Nevermore!
That man is not truly brave who is afraid either to seem or to be, when it suits him, a coward.
We had always dwelled together, beneath a tropical sun, in the Valley of the Many Colored Grass.
The idea of God, infinity, or spirit stands for the possible attempt at an impossible conception.
And now have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but overacuteness of the senses?
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!” Quoth the raven, “Nevermore.
The greater amount of truth is impulsively uttered; thus the greater amount is spoken, not written.
The depth lies in the valleys where we seek her, and not upon the mountain-tops where she is found.
A fool, for example, thinks Shakespeare a great poet . . . yet the fool has never read Shakespeare.
Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.