Even with the utterly lost, to whom life and death are equally jests, there are matters of which no jest can be made.
Edgar Allan PoeThe mental features discoursed of as the analytical, are, in themselves, but little susceptible of analysis. We appreciate them only in their effects. We know of them, among other things, that they are always to their possessor, when inordinately possessed, a source of the liveliest enjoyment.
Edgar Allan PoeI call to mind flatness and dampness; and then all is madness - the madness of a memory which busies itself among forbidden things.
Edgar Allan PoeI heed not that my earthly lot Hath - little of Earth in it - That years of love have been forgot In the hatred of a minute: - I mourn not that the desolate Are happier, sweet, than I, But that you sorrow for my fate Who am a passer by.
Edgar Allan Poe