Yes, I now feel that it was then on that evening of sweet dreams- that the very first dawn of human love burst upon the icy night of my spirit. Since that period I have never seen nor heard your name without a shiver half of delight, half of anxiety.
~by Edgar Allan PoeWere 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.'' The mere imitation, however accurate, of what is in Nature, entitles no man to the sacred name of "Artist."
~by Edgar Allan PoeThe boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?
~by Edgar Allan PoeDeep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.
~by Edgar Allan Poe