Edgar Allan Poe
I heed not that my earthly lot,- Hath - little of Earth in it - That years of love have been forgot In the hatred of a minute: - I mourn not that the desolate Are happier, sweet, than I, But that you sorrow for my fate Who am a passer by.
Edgar Allan Poe
The true genius shudders at incompleteness - imperfection - and usually prefers silence to saying the something which is not everything that should be said.
Edgar Allan Poe
I have no faith in human perfectibility. I think that human exertion will have no appreciable effect upon humanity. Man is now only more active - not more happy - nor more wise, than he was 6000 years ago.
