"Stupidity is a talent for misconception."

"And I fell violently on my face."

"To die laughing must be the most glorious of all glorious deaths!"

"True, nervous, very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am, but why will say that I am mad?! The disease had sharpened my senses, not destroyed, not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute."

"A short story must have a single mood and every sentence must build towards it."

"And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all."

"Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore..."

"Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream?"

"Every poem should remind the reader that they are going to die."

"Leave my loneliness unbroken"

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

"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."

"Mysteries force a man to think, and so injure his health."

"Villains!' I shrieked. 'Dissemble no more! I admit the deed! Tear up the planks! Here, here! It is the beating of his hideous heart!"

"In criticism, I will be bold, and as sternly, absolutely just with friend and foe. From this purpose nothing shall turn me."

"Even with the utterly lost, to whom life and death are equally jests, there are matters of which no jest can be made."

"Art is to look at not to criticize."

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

"The rain came down upon my head - Unshelter'd. And the wind rendered me mad and deaf and blind."

"We gave the Future to the winds, and slumbered tranquilly in the Present, weaving the dull world around us into dreams."

"The idea of God, infinity, or spirit stands for the possible attempt at an impossible conception."

"When, indeed, men speak of Beauty, they mean, precisely, not a quality, as is supposed, but an effect - they refer, in short, just to that intense and pure elevation of soul - not of intellect, or of heart."

"...that fitful strain of melancholy which will ever be found inseperable from the perfection of the beautiful."

"Blood was its Avatar and its seal."

"Either the memory of past bliss is the anguish of to-day; or the agonies which are have their origins in ecstasies which might have been."

"When a madman appears thoroughly sane, indeed, it is high time to put him in a straight jacket."

"There is an eloquence in true enthusiasm"

"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."

"Lord help my poor soul."

"Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best have gone to their eternal rest."

"I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea; But we loved with a love that was more than love- I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me."

"In one case out of a hundred a point is excessively discussed because it is obscure; in the ninety-nine remaining it is obscure because it is excessively discussed."

"All that we see and seem is but a dream within a dream."

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

"And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you"— here I opened wide the door; — Darkness there, and nothing more."

"That is another of your odd notions," said the Prefect, who had a fashion of calling every thing "odd" that was beyond his comprehension, and thus lived amid an absolute legion of "oddities."

"And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor, Shall be lifted -- Nevermore!"

"I was never kinder to the old man than during the whole week before I killed him."

"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 -"

"Imperceptibly the love of these discords grew upon me as my love of music grew stronger."

"A million candles have burned themselves out. Still I read on. (Montresor)"

"True! - nervous - very, very nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad?"

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

"A dirge for her the doubly dead in that she died so young."

"...the agony of my soul found vent in one loud, long and final scream of despair."

"In our endeavors to recall to memory something long forgotten, we often find ourselves upon the very verge of remembrance, without being able, in the end, to remember."

"Oh what a tangled web we weave when first we practise to deceive"

"I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of golden sand- How few! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep, While I weep- while I weep!"

"Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,"

"The depth lies in the valleys where we seek her, and not upon the mountain-tops where she is found."