I Have Harnessed The Shadows That Stride

Almost Nobody Dances Sober, Unless They Happen To Be Insane.

The Unknown ... Became For Our Primitive Forefathers A Terrible And Omnipotent Source Of Boons And Calamities Visited Upon Mankind For Cryptic And Wholly Extra-terrestrial Reasons, And Thus Clearly Belonging To Spheres Of Existence Whereof We Know Nothing And Wherein We Have No Part.

No One Ever Wrote A Story Yet Without Some Real Emotional Drive Behind It--and I Have Not That Drive Except Where Violations Of The Natural Order ... Defiances And Evasions Of Time, Space, And Cosmic Law ... Are Concerned.

It Is An Unfortunate Fact That Every Man Who Seeks To Disseminate Knowledge Must Contend Not Only Against Ignorance Itself, But Against False Instruction As Well. No Sooner Do We Deem Ourselves Free From A Particularly Gross Superstition, Than We Are Confronted By Some Enemy To Learning Who Would Set Aside All The Intellectual Progress Of Years, And Plunge Us Back Into The Darkness Of Mediaeval Disbelief.

West Of Arkham The Hills Rise Wild, And There Are Valleys With Deep Woods That No Axe Has Ever Cut.