Quotes By Edgar Allan Poe

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

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

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

I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat.

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

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

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

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.

We loved with a love that was more than love.

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

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.

The death of a beautiful woman, is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world.

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.

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

Man's real life is happy, chiefly because he is ever expecting that it soon will be so.

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.

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

That pleasure which is at once the most pure, the most elevating and the most intense, is derived, I maintain, from the contemplation of the beautiful.

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

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.

I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.

They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.

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

With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion.

Stupidity is a talent for misconception.

The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?