Art was, for Poe, the only method by which one could penetrate the shapeless empirical world in the search for order, and.
Edgar Allan Poe
For eyes we have no models in the remotely antique.
I intend to put up with nothing that I can put down.
Villains!' I shrieked. 'Dissemble no more! I admit the deed! Tear up the planks! Here, here! It is the beating of his hideous heart!
We gave him a hearty welcome, for there was nearly half as much of the entertaining as of the contemptible about the man..
In the strange anomaly of my existence, feelings with me had never been of the heart, and my passions always were of the mind.