Edgar Allan Poe was an American writer, poet, and literary critic best known for his horror and mystery stories, such as “The Tell-Tale Heart,” “The Cask of Amontillado,” and “The Fall of the House of Usher.” Poe was born in Boston in 1809 and orphaned at a young age. He was raised by his foster parents in Richmond, Virginia, and later attended the University of Virginia. After struggling financially for much of his life, Poe died at the age of 40 in Baltimore, Maryland, under mysterious circumstances. Despite his short life and limited output, Poe’s work has had a lasting impact on literature and popular culture. He is widely considered to be one of the greatest writers in American history.
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Edgar Allan Poe Quotes
- Man’s real life is happy, chiefly because he is ever expecting that it soon will be so.
- The true genius shudders at incompleteness – and usually prefers silence to saying something which is not everything it should be.
- The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?
- Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.
- Stupidity is a talent for misconception.
- The death of a beautiful woman, is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world.
- That pleasure which is at once the most pure, the most elevating and the most intense, is derived, I maintain, from the contemplation of the beautiful.
- With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion.
- It will be found, in fact, that the ingenious are always fanciful, and the truly imaginative never otherwise than analytic.
- It is the nature of truth in general, as of some ores in particular, to be richest when most superficial.
- I have, indeed, no abhorrence of danger, except in its absolute effect – in terror.
- 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.
- Science has not yet taught us if madness is or is not the sublimity of the intelligence.
- We loved with a love that was more than love.
