Edgar Allan Poe
Sleep, those little slices of death; Oh how I loathe them.
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It may well be doubted whether human ingenuity can construct an enigma... which human ingenuity may not, by proper application, resolve.
Take this kiss upon the brow And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow-- You are not wrong who deem That my days have been a dream Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream.
Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.
I have great faith in fools; self-confidence, my friends call it.
Never to suffer would never to have been blessed.
Convinced myself, I seek not to convince.
Children are never too tender to be whipped. Like tough beefsteaks, the more you beat them, the more tender they become.
Sleep, those little slices of death, how I loathe them.
It is by no means an irrational fancy that, in a future existence, we shall look upon what we think our present existence, as a dream.
All that we see and seem is but a dream within a dream.
A sense of duty is useful in work but offensive in personal relations. People wish to be liked, not to be endured with patient resignation.
There is no more lovely, friendly and charming relationship, communion or company than a good marriage.
Hope is the dream of a waking man.
If you want to create peace you know about love and nature.
The worst sin that can be committed against the artist is to take him at his word, to see in his work a fulfillment instead of an horizon.
If you look for the bad in people, you will surely find it.
Whether you like it or not, you're forced to come to the realisation that death is out there. But I don't fear death, I'm a fatalist. I believe when it's your time, that's it. It's the hand you're dealt.
You'd think experienced political professionals would know better than to place their trust in exit polls, notoriously inaccurate surveys that had John Kerry winning the 2004 election by five points when he actually lost by three.
He that is good for making excuses is seldom good for anything else.
Hope is itself a species of happiness, and, perhaps, the chief happiness which this world affords.