Edgar Allan Poe Quotes

Bear in mind that, in general, it is the object of our newspapers rather to create a sensation-to make a point-than to further the cause of truth. Dupin in The Mystery of Marie Roget

And all my days are trances,And all my nightly dreamsAre where thy dark eye glances,And where thy footstep gleams

And, when the friendly sunshine smil'd, / And she would mark the opening skies, / I saw no Heaven--but in her eyes.

Darkness there, and nothing more.

Even with the utterly lost, to whom life and death are equally jests, there are matters of which no jest can be made.

I am above the weakness of seeking to establish a sequence of cause and effect, between the disaster and the atrocity.

I believed, and still do believe, that truth, is frequently of its own essence, superficial, and that, in many cases, the depth lies more in the abysses where we seek her, than in the actual situation...

I call to mind flatness and dampness; and then all is madness - the madness of a memory which busies itself among forbidden things.

I could have clasped the red walls to my bosom as a garment of eternal peace. Death, I said, any death but that of the pit! Fool! might I have not known that into the pit it was the object of the burn...

I stand amid the roarOf a surf-tormented shore,And I hold within my handGrains of golden sand-How few! yet how they creep

I. In the greenest of our valleys, By good angels tenanted, Once a fair and stately palace - Radiant palace - reared its head. In the monarch Thought's dominion - It stood there ! Never seraph spread...

In our endeavors to recall to memory something long forgotten, we often find ourselves upon the very verge of remembrance, without being able, in the end, to remember.

It will be found, in fact, that the ingenious are always fanciful, and the truly imaginative never otherwise than analytic.

Leave my loneliness unbroken

Mysteries force a man to think, and so injure his health.

Now this is the point. You fancy me mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded –with what caution –with what foresight –with what dissimulation...

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,

Other friends have flown before — On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before. Quoth the raven, Nevermore.

Philosophers have often held disputeAs to the seat of thought in man and bruteFor that the power of thought attends the latterMy friend, thy beau, hath made a settled matter,And spite of dogmas curren...

THE thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as I best could, but when he ventured upon insult I vowed revenge. You, who so well know the nature of my soul, will not suppose, however, that gave utte...