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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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