Edgar Allan Poe
- Never to suffer would have been never to have been blessed.
- With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion.
- All religion, my friend, is simply evolved out of fraud, fear, greed, and poetry.
- In efforts to soar above out nature, we invariably fall below it.
- If you wish to forget anything on the spot, make a note that this thing is to be remembered.
- Of puns it has been said that those most dislike who are least able to utter them.
- All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.
- Man's real life is happy, chiefly because he is ever expecting that it soon will be so.
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