Maxioms by Edgar Allan Poe
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.
I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.
I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.
Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.
Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.
Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things that escape those who dream only at night.
Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things that escape those who dream only at night.
Were I called on to define, very briefly, the term art, I should call it "the Reproduction of what the read more
Were 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 mist
