Edgar Allan Poe

The nose of a mob is its imagination. By this, at any time, it can be quietly led.

The nose of a mob is its imagination. By this, at any time, it can be quietly led.

All that you see or seem, is but a dream within a dream. They who dream by day are cognizant read more

All that you see or seem, is but a dream within a dream. They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.

All religion, my friend, is simply evolved out of fraud, fear, greed, imagination, and poetry.

All religion, my friend, is simply evolved out of fraud, fear, greed, imagination, and poetry.

Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.

Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.

And still the Raven, never flitting,
Still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of read more

And still the Raven, never flitting,
Still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas
Just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming
Of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamplight o'er him streaming
Throws his shadow on the floor,
And my soul from out that shadow,
That lies floating on the floor,
Shall be lifted--nevermore.