| Take this kiss upon the brow And, in parting from you now,Thus much let me avow--You are not wrong who deemThat my days have been a dreamYet if hope has flown awayIn a night, or in a day,In a vision, or in none,Is it therefore the less goneAll that we see or seemIs but a dream within a dream. Edgar Allan Poe |
| I have great faith in fools -- self confidence my friends call it. Edgar Allan Poe |
| Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night. Edgar Allan Poe |
| It may well be doubted whether human ingenuity can construct an enigma... which human ingenuity may not, by proper application, resolve. Edgar Allan Poe |
| Science has not yet taught us if madness is or is not the sublimity of the intelligence. Edgar Allan Poe |
| All that we see and seem is but a dream within a dream. Edgar Allan Poe |
| It is by no means an irrational fancy that, in a future existence, we shall look upon what we think our present existence, as a dream. Edgar Allan Poe |
| I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity Edgar Allan Poe |
| Never to suffer would never to have been blessed. Edgar Allan Poe |
| Convinced myself, I seek not to convince. Edgar Allan Poe |
| Children are never too tender to be whipped. Like tough beefsteaks, the more you beat them, the more tender they become. Edgar Allan Poe |
| Never to suffer would never to have been blessed. Edgar Allan Poe |
| Convinced myself, I seek not to convince. Edgar Allan Poe Berenice |
| Scorching my seared heart with a pain, not hell shall make me fear again. Edgar Allan Poe Tamerlane, Part II |
| Depend upon it, after all, Thomas, Literature is the most noble of professions. In fact, it is about the only one fit for a man. For my own part, there is no seducing me from the path. Edgar Allan Poe From a letter to Frederick W. Thomas (February 14, 1849). |
| There are certain themes of which the interest is all-absorbing, but which are too entirely horrible for the purposes of legitimate fiction. Edgar Allan Poe The Premature Burial |
| Sleep, those little slices of death, how I loathe them. Edgar Allan Poe |
| I have great faith in fools; self-confidence, my friends call it. Edgar Allan Poe |
| Sleep, those little slices of death; Oh how I loathe them. Edgar Allan Poe |
| Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things that escape those who dream only at night. Edgar Allan Poe |
| Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night. Edgar Allan Poe "Eleonora" |