Edgar Allan Poe — "All religion, my friend, is simply evolved out of fraud, fear, greed, imaginatio…"

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

"I call to mind flatness and dampness; and then all is madness - the madness of a memory which busies itself among forbidden things."

"No spectacle can be more pitiable than that of a man without the commonest school education busying himself in attempts to instruct mankind on topics of polite literature."

"If a poem hasn't ripped apart your soul, you haven't experienced poetry."

"The value of a conundrum is in exact proportion to the extent of its demerit, and that it is only positively good when it is outrageously and scandalously absurd."