Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligenceโ whether much that is gloriousโ whether all that is profoundโ does not spring from disease of thoughtโ from moods of mind exalted at the expense of the general intellect.
Edgar Allan PoeLiterature is the most noble of professions. In fact, it is about the only one fit for a man.
Edgar Allan PoeI stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of golden sand- How few! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep, While I weep- while I weep!
Edgar Allan PoeWe now demand the light artillery of the intellect; we need the curt, the condensed, the pointed, the readily diffused - in place of the verbose, the detailed, the voluminous, the inaccessible. On the other hand, the lightness of the artillery should not degenerate into pop-gunnery - by which term we may designate the character of the greater portion of the newspaper press - their sole legitimate object being the discussion of ephemeral matters in an ephemeral manner.
Edgar Allan Poe