Hear the sledges with the bells – Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the […]
Edgar Allan Poe Quotes
To vilify a great man is the readiest way in which a little man can himself attain greatness.
With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion.
I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of Beauty.
Yet I am not more sure that my soul lives, than I am that perverseness is one of the primitive impulses of the human heart-one of the indivisible primary faculties, or sentiments, which give direction to the character of Man.
I have no faith in human perfectibility. I think that human exertion will have no appreciable effect upon humanity. Man is now only more active – not more happy – nor more wise, than he was 6000 years ago.
Dreams are the eraser dust I blow off my page. They fade into the emptiness, another dark gray day. Dreams are only memories of the plans I had back then. Dreams are eraser dust and now I use a pen.
Man’s real life is happy, chiefly because he is ever expecting that it soon will be so.
The nose of a mob is its imagination. By this, at any time, it can be quietly led.
A gentleman with a pug nose is a contradiction in terms.
