“Sleep, what slices of death, how I loathe them.”

Edgar Allan Poe

“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.”

A Dream Within A Dream, Edgar Allan Poe

“I could not love except where Death
Was mingling his with Beauty's breath ?”

Al Aaraaf, Tamerlane and Minor Poem, Edgar Allan Poe

“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.”

Alone, Edgar Allan Poe

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

Eleonora, Edgar Allan Poe

“It is evident that we are hurrying onwards to some exciting knowledge--some never-to-be imported secret, whose attainment is destruction.”

MS. Found in a Bottle, Edgar Allan Poe

“My best friend would be the man who gave me a pistol that I might blow out my brains.”

on his deathbed, Edgar Allan Poe

“Ye who read are still among the living; but I who write shall have long since gone my way into the region of shadows.”

Shadow, Edgar Allan Poe

“Yet I am not more sure that my soul lives, than I am that perverseness is one of the primitive impulses of the human heart — one of the indivisible primary faculties, or sentiments, which give direction to the character of man. Who has not, a hundred times, found himself committing a vile or a stupid action, for no other reason than because he knows he should not? Have we not a perpetual inclination, in the teeth of our best judgment, to violate that which is Law, merely because we understand it to be such?”

The Black Cat, Edgar Allan Poe

“But see, amid the mimic rout
A crawling shape intrude!
A blood-red thing that writhes from out
The scenic solitude!
It writhes!--it writhes!--with mortal pangs
The mimes become its food,
And the angels sob at vermin fangs
In human gore imbued.”

The Conqueror Worm, Edgar Allan Poe

“While, like a ghastly rapid river,
Through the pale door,
A hideous
throng rush out forever,
And laugh - but smile no more.”

The Haunted Palace, Edgar Allan Poe

“And then there stole into my fancy, like a rich musical note, the thought of what sweet rest there must be in the grave.”

The Pit And The Pendulum, Edgar Allan Poe

“Eagerly I wished the morrow; --vainly I
had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow--
sorrow for the lost Lenore--
For the rare and radiant maiden whom
the angels name Lenore--
Nameless here for evermore.”

The Raven, Edgar Allan Poe Recommended by Tabitha.