787 Quotes by Edgar Allan Poe

Lord, help my poor soul.

I need scarcely observe that a poem deserves its title only inasmuch as it excites, by elevating the soul. The value of the poem is in the ratio of this elevating excitement.

Sleep, those little slices of death - how I loathe them.

The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and the other begins?

Believe nothing you hear and only one half that you see.

There is no exquisite beauty without some strangeness in the proportion.

All that we see is but a dream within a dream.

'Prophet!' said I, 'thing of evil! — prophet still, if bird or devil!'

If you run out of ideas follow the road; you'll get there.