Happy Birthday Edgar Allen Poe!
Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.
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I have no faith in human perfectability. I think that human exertion will have no appreciable effect upon humanity. Man is now only more active - not more happy - nor more wise, than he was 6000 years ago.
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Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.
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Depend upon it, after all, Thomas, Literature is the most noble of professions. In fact, it is about the only one fit for a man. For my own part, there is no seducing me from the path.
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There are certain themes of which the interest is all-absorbing, but which are too entirely horrible for the purposes of legitimate fiction.
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