Edgar Allan Poe

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

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

The ninety and nine are with dreams, content but the hope of the world made…

It is the nature of truth in general, as of some ores in particular, to…

Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things that escape those who dream…

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

The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall…

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

Experience has shown, and a true philosophy will always show, that a vast, perhaps the…

We loved with a love that was more than love…