Edgar Allan Poe

Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.

Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things that escape those who dream only at night.

Sleep, those little slices of death; Oh how I loathe them.

I have great faith in fools; self-confidence, my friends call it.

Sleep, those little slices of death, how I loathe them.

There are certain themes of which the interest is all-absorbing, but which are too entirely horrible for the purposes of legitimate fiction.

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.

Scorching my seared heart with a pain, not hell shall make me fear again.

Convinced myself, I seek not to convince.

Never to suffer would never to have been blessed.