Decorum -- that bug-bear which deters so many from bliss until the opportunity for bliss has forever gone by. — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
“I Hear the sledges with the bells - Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle,… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
The ninety and nine are with dreams, content but the hope of the world made new, is the hundredth man who is… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
The result of law inviolate is perfection–right–negative happiness. The result of law violate is imperfection, wrong, positive pain. — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
Either the memory of past bliss is the anguish of to-day; or the agonies which are have their origins in ecstasies which… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
“Misery is manifold. The wretchedness of earth is multiform. Overreaching the wide horizon as the rainbow, its hues are as various as… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
“For some months I had been ill in health, but was now convalescent, and, with returning strength, found myself in one of… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
“He admitted but four elementary principles, or more strictly, conditions of bliss. That which he considered chief was (strange to say!) the… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
“Ah, not in knowledge is happiness, but in the acquisition of knowledge! In forever knowing, we are forever blessed; but to know… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
“in general, from the violation of a few simple laws of humanity arises the wretchedness of mankind - that as a species… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
No murmur arose from its bed, and so gently it wandered along, that the pearly pebbles upon which we loved to gaze,… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
Hear the mellow wedding bells, Golden bells! What a world of happiness their harmony foretells Through the balmy air of night How… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
Yet we met; and fate bound us together at the alter,and I never spoke of passion nor thought of love. She, however… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
“Ah, Death, the spectre which sate at all feasts! How often, Monos, did we lose ourselves in speculations upon its nature! How… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
“How is it that from beauty I have derived a type of unloveliness?—from the covenant of peace a simile of sorrow? But… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
“Yes, Heaven is thine; but this Is a world of sweets and sours; Our flowers are merely - flowers, And the shadow… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
Happiness is not to be found in knowledge, but in the acquisition of knowledge — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
“From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were—I have not seen As others saw—I could not bring My passions from a common… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
There is no passion in nature so demoniacally impatient, as that of him who, shuddering upon the edge of a precipice, thus meditates a… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
To vilify a great man is the readiest way in which a little man can himself attain greatness. — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
“A skillful literary artist has constructed a tale. If wise, he has not fashioned his thoughts to accommodate his incidents; but having conceived, with… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
“During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things that escape those who dream only at night. — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
“I have said that the sole effect of my somewhat childish experiment—that of looking down within the tarn—had been to deepen the first singular… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
And all my days are trances, And all my nightly dreams Are where thy dark eye glances, And where thy footstep gleams-- In what… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
“Other friends have flown before — On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.” Quoth the raven, “Nevermore.” — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
“To the right and left, as far as the eye could reach, there lay outstretched, like ramparts of the world, lines of horridly black… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
Men die nightly in their beds, wringing the hands of ghostly confessors ... on account of the hideousness of mysteries which will not suffer… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
