Mysteries force a man to think, and so injure his health.
Interpretation
This quote suggests that pondering over complex mysteries can lead to detrimental effects on one's mental health.
Edgar Allan Poe's quote reflects on the burden that mysteries place on human consciousness. The act of confronting and pondering life's enigmas can become overwhelming, causing stress and anxiety that may ultimately affect an individual's well-being. It highlights the intellectual struggle that many face when grappling with unanswered questions and the potential toll it takes on health.
In practice
In a philosophical discussion about the impact of unresolved questions on mental well-being.
But evil things, in robes of sorrow, Assailed the monarch's high estate; (Ah, let us mourn, for never morrow Shall dawn upon him desolate!) And round about his home the glory That blushed and bloomed, Is but a dim-remembered story Of the old time entombed.
Most writers - poets in especial - prefer having it understood that they compose by a species of fine frenzy - an ecstatic intuition - and would positively shudder at letting the public take a peep behind the scenes.
...the agony of my soul found vent in one loud, long and final scream of despair.
Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best have gone to their eternal rest.
I could have clasped the red walls to my bosom as a garment of eternal peace. "Death," I said, "any death but that of the pit!" Fool! might I have not known that into the pit it was the object of the burning iron to urge me?
In our endeavors to recall to memory something long forgotten, we often find ourselves upon the very verge of remembrance, without being able, in the end, to remember.
Faith must be tested, because it can be turned into a personal possession only through conflict.
RUMOR, n. A favorite weapon of the assassins of character.
The end of the human race will be that it will eventually die of civilization.
Systematic philosophical and practical anti-intellectualism such as we are witnessing appears to be something truly novel in the history of human culture.
The only devils in the world are those running around in our own hearts - that is where the battle should be fought.
He was a clot looking for a place to happen, a splinter of bone hunting a soft organ to puncture, a lonely lunatic cell looking for a mate - they would set up housekeeping and raise themselves a cozy little malignant tumor.
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