"A wrong is unredressed when retribution overtakes its redresser. It is equally unredressed when the avenger fails to make himself felt as such to him ...
I blush, I burn, I shudder, while I pen the damnable atrocity.
~ Edgar Allan Poe ~
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
I blush, I burn, I shudder, while I pen the damnable atrocity.
More Edgar Allan Poe quotes
"Believe nothing you hear, and only one half that you see.
"For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful...
"Ceux qui revent eveilles ont conscience de 1000 choses qui echapent a ceux qui ne revent qu'endormis.The one who has day dream are aware of 1000 thing...
"When, indeed, men speak of Beauty, they mean, precisely, not a quality, as is supposed, but an effect - they refer, in short, just to that intense and...
"I have graven it within the hills, and my vengeance upon the dust within the rock.
"I Hear the sledges with the bells - Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of...
"Every moment of the nightForever changing placesAnd they put out the star-lightWith the breath from their pale faces
"And thus, as a closer and still closer intimacy admitted me more unreservedly into recesses if his spirit, the more bitterly did I perceive the futili...
"A skillful literary artist has constructed a tale. If wise, he has not fashioned his thoughts to accommodate his incidents; but having conceived, with...
"I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat.
"To be thoroughly conversant with Man’s heart, is to take our final lesson in the iron-clasped volume of Despair
"Men have called me mad; but the question is not settled whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence -- whether much that is glorious -- whe...
"This apartment, which you no doubt profanely suppose to be the shop of Will Wimble the undertaker --a man whom we know not, and whose plebeian appella...
"To conceive the horror of my sensations is, I presume, utterly impossible; yet a curiosity to penetrate the mysteries of these awful regions predomina...