We had always dwelled together, beneath a tropical sun, in the Valley of the Many Colored Grass.
Edgar Allan PoeOne half of the pleasure experienced at a theatre arises from the spectator's sympathy with the rest of the audience, and, especially from his belief in their sympathy with him.
Edgar Allan PoeThe idea of God, infinity, or spirit stands for the possible attempt at an impossible conception.
Edgar Allan PoeAnd the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me — filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door — Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; — This it is, and nothing more.
Edgar Allan Poe