It Must Be Remembered That There Is

When I Say That I Can Write Nothing But Weird Fiction, I Am Not Trying To Exalt That Medium But Am Merely Confessing My Own Weakness. The Reason I Can't Write Other Kinds Is Not That I Don't Value & Respect Them, But Merely That My Slender Set Of Endowments Does Not Enable Me To Extract A Compellingly Acute Personal Sense Of Interest & Drama From The Natural Phenomena Of Life.

I Do Not Regard The Rise Of Woman As A Bad Sign. Rather Do I Fancy That Her Traditional Subordination Was Itself An Artificial And Undesirable Condition Based On Oriental Influences. Our Virile Teutonic Ancestors Did Not Think Their Wives Unworthy To Follow Them Into Battle, Or Scorn To Dream Of Winged Valkyries Bearing Them To Valhalla.

The Most Merciful Thing In The World, I Think, Is The Inability Of The Human Mind To Correlate All Its Contents... Some Day The Piecing Together Of Dissociated Knowledge Will Open Up Such Terrifying Vistas Of Reality, And Of Our Frightful Position Therein, That We Shall Either Go Mad From The Revelation Or Flee From The Light Into The Peace And Safety Of A New Dark Age.

Good Art Means The Ability Of Any One Man To Pin Down In Some Permanent And Intelligible Medium A Sort Of Idea Of What He Sees In Nature That Nobody Else Sees. In Other Words, To Make The Other Fellow Grasp, Through Skilled Selective Care In Interpretative Reproduction Or Symbolism, Some Inkling Of What Only The Artist Himself Could Possibly See In The Actual Objective Scene Itself.

The Phenomenon Of Dreaming ... Helped To Build Up The Notion Of An Unreal Or Spiritual World; And In General, All The Conditions Of Savage Dawn-life So Strongly Conduced Toward A Feeling Of The Supernatural, That We Need Not Wonder At The Thoroughness With Which Man's Very Hereditary Essence Has Become Saturated With Religion And Superstition.