Author of quotes: Edgar Allan PoE

It was a chilling, aching, sucking pain of the heart, a joyless emptiness in thoughts, the complete powerlessness of the imagination to adjust the soul to a more sublime way...

The history of the accumulation of human knowledge continuously proves one thing: we owe the largest number of the most valuable discoveries to concomitant, accidental or unforeseen circumstances.

As past experience has repeatedly shown, and as true philosophy will always show, a significant, if not overwhelming, part of the truth is revealed through circumstances that at first glance are completely extraneous.

The dissatisfaction with the police, which never dies down in Paris, has managed to lead several times to street riots.

Few even the most rational person has not happened at times, with vague excitement, to almost believe in the supernatural, faced with a coincidence so amazing that the mind refuses to recognize it as a mere game of chance.

There are ideal combinations of events that unfold in parallel with what is happening. They rarely match. People and circumstances, as a rule, distort the ideal sequence of events to the same extent that it is distorted, and their consequences will not be what they could be. So with the Reformation: Lutheranism appeared instead of Protestantism.

If we discover cycles that infinitely contain other cycles, but all have a single distant center of rotation - the deity, then can we not, by analogy, imagine the existence of lives in lives lesser and greater, and all within the divine spirit?

Our telescopes and mathematical research constantly convince us that space and therefore volume are of great importance to the Almighty. Stars move in cycles that are most suitable for rotating the largest number of bodies without colliding. These bodies are precisely shaped to contain the greatest possible amount of matter within a given surface.

I mean the happiness experienced from the contemplation of nature. Truly, a person who wants to know the glory of God on earth must see it in solitude.

I love to look at dark valleys, gray rocks, softly smiling waters, forests that sigh in restless slumber, and proud, vigilant mountains that look down on everything - I love to consider them as part of one huge whole, endowed with sensations and soul.

I myself am not one of those who engage in extortion, but don’t touch me either. Of course, I was powerless against the banks I ripped off. I didn’t see a penny from them, which is why I suffered great hardships. But after all, these are not people, but a corporation, and a corporation, as you know, has neither a body that can be beaten, nor a soul that can be betrayed to eternal damnation.

For example, I'm not a genius. I'm just a businessman, a businessman. My ledger and income book will prove it to you in a minute, I will say without false modesty, they are always in exemplary order with me, since I am inclined to accuracy and punctuality. The things I do are always in harmony with the ordinary human habits of my fellowmen.

More than anything, I hate geniuses. All these geniuses are just donkeys, the more genius, the more donkey. This is the rule, there are no exceptions to it.

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