Edgar Allan Poe

"I have been happy, though in a dream. I have been happy-and I love the theme:Dreams! in their vivid colouring of life As in that fleeting, shadowy, misty strife"

"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."

"Take this kiss upon the brow!And, in parting from you now,Thus much let me avow-You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream;Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day,In a vision, or in none,Is it therefore the less gone?All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream."

"Yet mad I am not...and very surely do I not dream."

"“You call it hope — that fire of fire!It is but agony of desire.”"

"“For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride, In the sepulchre there by the sea, In her tomb by the sounding sea.”"

"“Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore —While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door —Only this and nothing more.”"

"“From childhood's hour I have not been As others were; I have not seen As others saw; I could not bring My passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone;And all I loved, I loved alone. Then- in my childhood, in the dawn Of a most stormy life- was drawn From every depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still:From the torrent, or the fountain,From the red cliff of the mountain,From the sun that round me rolled In its autumn tint of gold,From the lightning in the sky As it passed me flying by,From the thunder and the storm,And the cloud that took the form(When the rest of Heaven was blue)Of a demon in my view.”"

"“Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.”"

"“To elevate the soul, poetry is necessary.”"

"“I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of beauty.”"

"“With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion.”"

"Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night. In their gray visions they obtain glimpses of eternity, and thrill, in waking, to find that they have been upon the verge of the great secret. In snatches, they learn something of the wisdom which is of good, and more of the mere knowledge which is of evil."

"“Experience has shown, and a true philosophy will always show, that a vast, perhaps the larger, portion of truth arises from the seemingly irrelevant.”"

"There is something in the unselfish and self-sacrificing love of a brute, which goes directly to the heart of him who has had frequent occasion to test the paltry friendship and gossamer fidelity of mere Man."

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

"I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of Beauty."

"I have no faith in human perfectability. I think that human exertion will have no appreciable effect upon humanity. Man is now only more active - not more happy - nor more wise, than he was 6000 years ago."

"To vilify a great man is the readiest way in which a little man can himself attain greatness."

"I have great faith in fools self-confidence my friends call it."