A man's grammar, like Caesar's wife, should not only be pure, but above suspicion of impurity. — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
The mere imitation, however accurate, of what is in Nature, entitles no man to the sacred name of Artist — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
That the play is the tragedy, “Man,” And its hero, the Conqueror Worm. — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
A man's grammar, like Caesar's wife, must not only be pure, but above suspicion of impurity. — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
Literature is the most noble of professions. In fact, it is about the only one fit for a man. — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
If a man deceives me once, shame on him; if he deceives me twice, shame on me. — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
Man is an animal that diddles, and there is no animal that diddles but man. — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
The analytical power should not be confounded with simple ingenuity; for while the analyst is necessarily ingenious, the ingenious man is often… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
I seemed to be upon the verge of comprehension, without the power to comprehend as men, at time, find themselves upon the… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
As the strong man exults in his physical ability, delighting in such exercises as call his muscles into action, so glories the… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
Men of genius are far more abundant than is supposed. In fact, to appreciate thoroughly the work of what we call genius,… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
I have not only labored solely for the benefit of others (receiving for myself a miserable pittance), but have been forced to… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
We gave him a hearty welcome, for there was nearly half as much of the entertaining as of the contemptible about the… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
“A strong argument for the religion of Christ is this - that offenses against Charity are about the only ones which men… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
If any ambitious man have a fancy to revolutionize, at one effort, the universal world of human thought, human opinion, and human… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
Out- out are the lights- out all! And, over each quivering form, The curtain, a funeral pall, Comes down with the rush… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
Tell a scoundrel, three or four times a day, that he is the pink of probity, and you make him at least… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
In death - no! even in the grave all is not lost. Else there is no immortality for man. Arousing from the… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence– whether… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
Philosophers have often held dispute As to the seat of thought in man and brute For that the power of thought attends… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
If any ambitious man have a fancy to revolutionize, at one effort, the universal world of human thought, human opinion, and human… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
After reading all that has been written, and after thinking all that can be thought, on the topics of God and the… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
And have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but over-acuteness of the sense? --now, I say, there… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
O, Times! O, Manners! It is my opinion That you are changing sadly your dominion I mean the reign of manners hath… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
Yet I am not more sure that my soul lives, than I am that perverseness is one of the primitive impulses of… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence. — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
Yet I am not more sure that my soul lives, than I am that perverseness is one of the primitive impulses of… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
When, indeed, men speak of Beauty, they mean, precisely, not a quality, as is supposed, but an effect - they refer, in… — 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… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
No man who ever lived knows any more about the hereafter than you and I. — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
To be thoroughly conversant with Man’s heart, is to take our final lesson in the iron-clasped volume of Despair — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
There are some secrets which do not permit themselves to be told. Men die nightly in their beds, wringing the hands of… — 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
