Edgar Allan Poe

"Even in the grave, all is not lost."

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

"I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity."

"It is more than probable that I am not understood; but I fear, indeed, that it is in no manner possible to convey to the mind of the merely general reader, an adequate idea of that nervous intensity of interest with which, in my case, the powers of meditation (not to speak technically) busied and buried themselves, in the contemplation of even the most ordinary objects of the universe."

"Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!"

"The best things in life make you sweaty."

"Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words."

"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."

"We loved with a love that was more than love."

"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."

"There is no exquisite beauty… without some strangeness in the proportion."

"All religion, my friend, is simply evolved out of fraud, fear, greed, imagination, and poetry."

"We loved with a love that was more than love."

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

"Every poem should remind the reader that they are going to die."

"For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride, In the sepulchre there by the sea, In her tomb by the sounding sea."

"The idea of God, infinity, or spirit stands for the possible attempt at an impossible conception."

"Every poem should remind the reader that they are going to die."

"By a route obscure and lonelyHaunted by ill angels only,Where an eidolon, named NIGHT,On a black throne reigns upright,I have reached these lands but newlyFrom an ultimate dim Thule --From a wild, weird clime that lieth, sublime,Out of SPACE, out of TIME."

"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?"