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Edgar Allan Poe
January 19, 1809 - October 7, 1849
Nationality: American
Category: Poet
Subcategory: American Poet

Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.


In one case out of a hundred a point is excessively discussed because it is obscure; in the ninety-nine remaining it is obscure because it is excessively discussed.


Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.


The ninety and nine are with dreams, content but the hope of the world made new, is the hundredth man who is grimly bent on making those dreams come true.


The rudiment of verse may, possibly, be found in the spondee.


Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things that escape those who dream only at night.


Of puns it has been said that those who most dislike them are those who are least able to utter them.


I have great faith in fools; self-confidence my friends call it.


All religion, my friend, is simply evolved out of fraud, fear, greed, imagination, and poetry.


Science has not yet taught us if madness is or is not the sublimity of the intelligence.


The generous Critic fann'd the Poet's fire, And taught the world with reason to admire.


That man is not truly brave who is afraid either to seem or to be, when it suits him, a coward.


Experience has shown, and a true philosophy will always show, that a vast, perhaps the larger portion of the truth arises from the seemingly irrelevant.


Stupidity is a talent for misconception.


The true genius shudders at incompleteness - and usually prefers silence to saying something which is not everything it should be.


It is the nature of truth in general, as of some ores in particular, to be richest when most superficial.


Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary.


We loved with a love that was more than love.


The death of a beautiful woman, is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world.


I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat.


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