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| The best chess-player in Christendom may be little more than the best player of chess; but proficiency in whist implies capacity for success in all those more important undertakings where mind struggles with mind. | Edgar Allan Poe | The Murders in the Rue Morgue |  |
| By undue profundity we perplex and enfeeble thought; and it is possible to make even Venus herself vanish from the firmanent by a scrutiny too sustained, too concentrated, or too direct. | Edgar Allan Poe | The Murders in the Rue Morgue |  |
| A valet, of stealthy step, thence conducted me, in silence, through many dark and intricate passages in my progress to the studio of his master. | Edgar Allan Poe | The Fall of the House of Usher |  |
| I have, indeed, no abhorrence of danger, except in its absolute effect - in terror. | Edgar Allan Poe | The Fall of the House of Usher |  |
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before; | Edgar Allan Poe | The Raven |  |
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore-- | Edgar Allan Poe | The Raven |  |
| 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 test the paltry friendship and gossamer fidelity of mere Man. | Edgar Allan Poe | The Black Cat |  |
| Yet I am not more sure that my soul lives, than I am that perverseness is one of the primitive impulses of the human heart - one of the indivisible primary faculties, or sentiments, which give direction to the character of Man. | Edgar Allan Poe | The Black Cat |  |
| Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence—whether much that is glorious—whether all that is profound—does not spring from disease of thought—from moods of mind exalted at the expense of the general intellect. | Edgar Allan Poe | Eleonora |  |
| They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night. | Edgar Allan Poe | Eleonora |  |