Race Prejudice Is A Gift Of Nature,

No Amount Of Rationalisation, Reform, Or Freudian Analysis Can Quite Annul The Thrill Of The Chimney-corner Whisper Or The Lonely Wood.

My Opinion Of My Whole Experience Varies From Time To Time. In Broad Daylight, And At Most Seasons I Am Apt To Think The Greater Part Of It A Mere Dream; But Sometimes In The Autumn, About Two In The Morning When Winds And Animals Howl Dismally, There Comes From Inconceivable Depths Below A Damnable Suggestions Of Rhythmical Throbbing ... And I Feel That The Transition Of Juan Romero Was A Terrible One Indeed.

Vigorous Let Us Be In Attaining Our Ends, And Mild In Our Method Of Attainment.

I Am So Beastly Tired Of Mankind And The World That Nothing Can Interest Me Unless It Contains A Couple Of Murders On Each Page Or Deals With The Horrors Unnameable And Unaccountable That Leer Down From The External Universes.

Through The Ghoul-guarded Gateways Of Slumber, Past The Wan-mooned Abysses Of Night, I Have Lived O'er My Lives Without Number, I Have Sounded All Things With My Sight.