EDGAR ALLAN POE cytaty
All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.
Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.
Convinced myself, I seek not to convince.
It may well be doubted whether human ingenuity can construct an enigma... which human ingenuity may not, by proper application, resolve.
Never to suffer would never to have been blessed.
Scorching my seared heart with a pain, not hell shall make me fear again.
Sleep, those little slices of death; Oh how I loathe them.
There are certain themes of which the interest is all-absorbing, but which are too entirely horrible for the purposes of legitimate fiction.
Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.