I Could Not Help Feeling That They

Non- Euclidean Calculus And Quantum Physics Are Enough To Stretch Any Brain; And When One Mixes Them With Folklore, And Tries To Trace A Strange Background Of Multi-dimensional Reality Behind The Ghoulish Hints Of Gothic Tales And The Wild Whispers Of The Chimney-corner, One Can Hardly Expect To Be Wholly Free From Mental Tension. (dreams In The Witch-house)

I Am Disillusioned Enough To Know That No Man's Opinion On Any Subject Is Worth A Damn Unless Backed Up With Enough Genuine Information To Make Him Really Know What He's Talking About.

In Theory I Am An Agnostic, But Pending The Appearance Of Rational Evidence I Must Be Classed, Practically And Provisionally, As An Atheist. The Chance's Of Theism's Truth Being To My Mind So Microscopically Small, I Would Be A Pedant And A Hypocrite To Call Myself Anything Else.

Disintegration Is Quite Painless, I Assure You.

Though Not A Participant In The Business Of Life; I Am, Like The Character Of Addison And Steele, An Impartial (or More Or Less Impartial) Spectator, Who Finds Not A Little Recreation In Watching The Antics Of Those Strange And Puny Puppets Called Men.