POE

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All religion, my friend, is simply evolved out of fraud, fear, greed, imagination, and poetry.

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

I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.

I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat.

I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of Beauty.

Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.


The death of a beautiful woman, is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world.

With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion.

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