Edgar Allan Poe Quotes

But we loved with a love that was more than love.

All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.

[There is a] murmur that springs from the growing of grass.

A poem deserves its title only inasmuch as it excites, by elevating the soul.

poetry

Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.

words

A man's grammar, like Caesar's wife, must not only be pure, but above suspicion of impurity.

grammar

All religion, my friend, is simply evolved out of fraud, fear, greed, imagination, and poetry.

religion

Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things that escape those who dream only at night.

imagination

Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.

With me poetry has been not a purpose, but a passion; and the passions should be held in reverence.

Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.

beauty

Of puns it has been said that those who most dislike them are those who are least able to utter them.

humor

I would define, in brief, the Poetry of words as the Rhythmical Creation of Beauty. Its sole arbiter is Taste.

It will be found, in fact, that the ingenious are always fanciful, and the truly imaginative never otherwise than analytic.

The true genius shudders at incompleteness—and usually prefers silence to saying something which is not everything it should be.

genius

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.

That pleasure which is at once the most pure, the most elevating and most intense, is derived, I maintain, from the contemplation of the beautiful.

The ninety and nine are with dreams, content but the hope of the world made new, is the hundredth man who is grimly bent on making those dreams come true.

hope action

Were I called on to define, very briefly, the term "Art," I should call it "the reproduction of what the Senses perceive in Nature through the veil of the soul."

art

All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of beauty.  Its sole arbiter is taste.

poetry