All Edgar Allan Poe Quotes
- Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore... Explore
- [E]very plot, worth the name, must be elaborated to its dénouement before anything be attempted with the pen. It is only with the dénouement constantly… Air
- No thinking being lives who, at some luminous point of his life of thought, has not felt himself lost amid the surges of futile efforts… Amid
- I call to mind flatness and dampness; and then all is madness - the madness of a memory which busies itself among forbidden things. All
- Even in the grave, all is not lost. All
- A short story must have a single mood and every sentence must build towards it. Build
- I seemed to be upon the verge of comprehension, without the power to comprehend as men, at time, find themselves upon the brink of rememberance,… Able
- You will observe that the stories told are all about money-seekers, not about money-finders. All
- ...for her whom in life thou dids't abhor, in death thou shalt adore Abhor
- It all depends on the robber's knowledge of the loser's knowledge of the robber. - Daupin All
- The pioneers and missionaries of religion have been the real cause of more trouble and war than all other classes of mankind. All
- ...that fitful strain of melancholy which will ever be found inseperable from the perfection of the beautiful. Beautiful
- Gaily bedight, A gallant knight, In sunshine and in shadow, Had journeyed long, Singing a song, In search of Eldorado. But he grew old— This… Bold
- No one should brave the underworld alone. Alone
- True! - nervous - very, very nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? Been
- Alas! for that accursed time They bore thee o'er the billow, From love to titled age and crime, And an unholy pillow! From me, and… Accursed
- It would be mockery to call such dreariness heaven at all. All
- In other words, I believed, and still do believe, that truth, is frequently of its own essence, superficial, and that, in many cases, the depth… Abyss
- Yes I now feel that it was then on that evening of sweet dreams- that the very first dawn of human love burst upon the… Anxiety
- Yet we met; and fate bound us together at the alter,and I never spoke of passion nor thought of love. She, however shunned society, and,… Alone
- Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best have gone to their eternal rest. Bad
- As a poet and as a mathematician, he would reason well; as a mere mathematician, he could not have reasoned at all. All
- A million candles have burned themselves out. Still I read on. (Montresor) Burned
- But Psyche uplifting her finger said: Sadly this star I mistrust Finger
- If we cannot comprehend God in his visible works, how then in his inconceivable thoughts, that call the works into being? Call