Death The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins? Edgar Allan Poe 24
Dreams The ninety and nine are with dreams, content but the hope of the world made new, is the hundredth man who is grimly bent on making those dreams come... Edgar Allan Poe 17
Friendship There is something in the unselfish and self-sacrificing love of a brute, which goes directly to the heart of him who has had frequent occasion to... Edgar Allan Poe 20
Truth It is the nature of truth in general, as of some ores in particular, to be richest when most superficial. Edgar Allan Poe 13
Art Were I called on to define, very briefly, the term Art, I should call it 'the reproduction of what the Senses perceive in Nature through the veil of... Edgar Allan Poe 19
Death The death of a beautiful woman, is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world. Edgar Allan Poe 18
