Edgar Allan Poe
Edgar Allan Poe
Edgar Allan Poewas an American writer, editor, and literary critic. Poe is best known for his poetry and short stories, particularly his tales of mystery and the macabre. He is widely regarded as a central figure of Romanticism in the United States and American literature as a whole, and he was one of the country's earliest practitioners of the short story. Poe is generally considered the inventor of the detective fiction genre and is further credited with contributing to the...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth19 January 1809
CityBoston, MA
CountryUnited States of America
The idea of God, infinity, or spirit stands for the possible attempt at an impossible conception.
Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best have gone to their eternal rest.
When a madman appears thoroughly sane, indeed, it is high time to put him in a straight jacket.
A mystery, and a dream, should my early life seem.
...that fitful strain of melancholy which will ever be found inseperable from the perfection of the beautiful.
We gave the Future to the winds, and slumbered tranquilly in the Present, weaving the dull world around us into dreams.
The true genius shudders at incompleteness - and usually prefers silence to saying something which is not everything it should be.
Life is for the strong, to be lived by the strong and if need be, taken by the strong. The weak were put on earth to give the strong pleasure.
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. But all excitements are, through a psychal necessity, transient.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore - Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore! Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.
The analytical power should not be confounded with simple ingenuity; for while the analyst is necessarily ingenious, the ingenious man is often remarkably incapable of analysis.
With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion.
Invisible things are the only realities.
It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain, but, once conceived, it haunted me day and night.