Quotes By Edgar Allan Poe

It is by no means an irrational fancy that, in a future existence, we shall look upon what we think our present existence, as a dream.

Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.

There is something in the unselfish and self-sacrificing love of a brute, which goes directly to the heart of him who has had frequent occasion to test the paltry friendship and gossamer fidelity of mere Man.

Experience has shown, and a true philosophy will always show, that a vast, perhaps the larger portion of the truth arises from the seemingly irrelevant.

In criticism I will be bold, and as sternly, absolutely just with friend and foe. From this purpose nothing shall turn me.

There are few cases in which mere popularity should be considered a proper test of merit; but the case of song-writing is, I think, one of the few.

Science has not yet taught us if madness is or is not the sublimity of the intelligence.

I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat.

I have, indeed, no abhorrence of danger, except in its absolute effect - in terror.

Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things that escape those who dream only at night.

Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary.

Of puns it has been said that those who most dislike them are those who are least able to utter them.

Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.

We loved with a love that was more than love.

I have great faith in fools; self-confidence my friends call it.

All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.

To vilify a great man is the readiest way in which a little man can himself attain greatness.

There is an eloquence in true enthusiasm.

I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of Beauty.

In one case out of a hundred a point is excessively discussed because it is obscure; in the ninety-nine remaining it is obscure because it is excessively discussed.

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.

The ninety and nine are with dreams, content but the hope of the world made new, is the hundredth man who is grimly bent on making those dreams come true.

That man is not truly brave who is afraid either to seem or to be, when it suits him, a coward.

The rudiment of verse may, possibly, be found in the spondee.

A strong argument for the religion of Christ is this - that offences against Charity are about the only ones which men on their death-beds can be made - not to understand - but to feel - as crime.

It is the nature of truth in general, as of some ores in particular, to be richest when most superficial.

I have no faith in human perfectability. I think that human exertion will have no appreciable effect upon humanity. Man is now only more active - not more happy - nor more wise, than he was 6000 years ago.

The generous Critic fann'd the Poet's fire, And taught the world with reason to admire.