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.
The nose of a
mob is its imagination. By this, at any time, it can be quietly led.
Those who
dream by day are cognizant of many things, which escape those who dream only by
night.
All that we
see or seem is but a dream within a dream.
Beauty of
whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive
soul to tears.
Convinced
myself, I seek not to convince.
Edgar Allan Poe
