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I have no words — alas! — to tellThe loveliness of loving well!
Even in the grave, all is not lost.
So resolute is the world to despise anything which carries with it an air of simplicity.
Even with the utterly lost, to whom life and death are equally jests, there are matters of which no jest can be made.
There is no exquisite beauty… without some strangeness in the proportion.
I have before suggested that a genuine blackguard is never without a pocket-handkerchief.
Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.
Invisible things are the only realities.
A short story must have a single mood and every sentence must build towards it.
Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.
All that we see and seem is but a dream within a dream.
The idea of God, infinity, or spirit stands for the possible attempt at an impossible conception.
Experience has shown, and a true philosophy will always show, that a vast, perhaps the larger, portion of truth arises from the seemingly irrelevant.
To be thoroughly conversant with Man’s heart, is to take our final lesson in the iron-clasped volume of Despair
From childhood's hour I have not beenAs others were - I have not seenAs others saw - I could not bringMy passions from a common spring -
I have been happy, though in a dream.I have been happy-and I love the theme:Dreams! in their vivid colouring of lifeAs in that fleeting, shadowy, misty strife
A wrong is unredressed when retribution overtakes its redresser. It is equally unredressed when the avenger fails to make himself felt as such to him who has done the wrong.
I do believe God gave me a spark of genius, but he quenched it in misery.
We loved with a love that was more than love.
The nose of a mob is its imagination. By this, at any time, it can be quietly led.
Every poem should remind the reader that they are going to die.
If you wish to forget anything on the spot, make a note that this thing is to be remembered.
I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of Beauty.
Mysteries force a man to think, and so injure his health.
It all depends on the robber's knowledge of the loser's knowledge of the robber. - Daupin
All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.
Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.
You call it hope — that fire of fire!It is but agony of desire.
Depend upon it, after all, Thomas, Literature is the most noble of professions. In fact, it is about the only one fit for a man. For my own part, there is no seducing me from the path.
The best things in life make you sweaty.
I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.
The glory that was Greece.
With me poetry has not been a purpose but a passion.
But, for myself, the Earth’s records had taught me to look for widest ruin as the price of highest civilization.
They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.
Science has not yet taught us if madness is or is not the sublimity of the intelligence.
Yet mad I am not...and very surely do I not dream.
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.
Lord help my poor soul.
In the strange anomaly of my existence, feelings with me had never been of the heart, and my passions always were of the mind.
At midnight, in the month of June, I stand beneath the mystic moon.
A man's grammar, like Caesar's wife, should not only be pure, but above suspicion of impurity.
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.
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.
A feeling, for which I have no name, has taken possession of my soul.
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!
I have great faith in fools self-confidence my friends call it.
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore.
Blood was its Avatar and its seal.
All religion, my friend, is simply evolved out of fraud, fear, greed, imagination, and poetry.