“we then busied our souls in dreams—reading, writing, or conversing, until warned by the clock of the advent of the true Darkness.” — 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
We allude to the short prose narrative, requiring from a half hour to one or two hours in its perusal — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
In the marginalia ... we talk only to ourselves; we therefore talk freshly - boldly - originally - with abandonment - without conceit. — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
“... your writer of intensities must have very black ink, and a very big pen, with a very blunt nib.” — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
A short story must have a single mood and every sentence must build towards it. — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
“Depend upon it, after all, Thomas, Literature is the most noble of professions. In fact, it is about the only one fit… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
Few persons can be made to believe that it is not quite an easy thing to invent a method of secret writing… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
Most writers - poets in especial - prefer having it understood that they compose by a species of fine frenzy - an… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
“It may be that those who care for poetry lost little by his death. Fluent in prose, he never wrote verse for… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
The writer who neglects punctuation, or mispunctuates, is liable to be misunderstood for the want of merely a comma, it often occurs… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
A short story is "a short prose narrative, requiring from a half hour, to one or two hours in its perusal...having conceived,… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
The most 'popular,' the most 'successful' writers among us (for a brief period, at least) are, 99 times out of a hundred,… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
The object, Truth, or the satisfaction of the intellect, and the object, Passion, or the excitement of the heart, are, although attainable,… — 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
“Edgar Allan Poe was an American poet, short story writer, playwright, editor, critic, essayist and one of the leaders of the American… — 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… — 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
