There Are Horrors Beyond Life's Edge That

The Most Merciful Thing In The World, I Think, Is The Inability Of The Human Mind To Correlate All Its Contents. We Live On A Placid Island Of Ignorance In The Midst Of Black Seas Of The Infinity, And It Was Not Meant That We Should Voyage Far.

As For The Republicans -- How Can One Regard Seriously A Frightened, Greedy, Nostalgic Huddle Of Tradesmen And Lucky Idlers Who Shut Their Eyes To History And Science, [and] Steel Their Emotions Against Decent Human Sympathy.

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.

Zoologists Seem To Consider The Cerebration Of Cats And Dogs About 50-50 -- But My Respect Always Goes To The Cool, Sure, Impersonal, Delicately Poised Feline Who Minds His Business And Never Slobbers.

I Felt Myself On The Edge Of The World; Peering Over The Rim Into A Fathomless Chaos Of Eternal Night.