Zoologists Seem To Consider The Cerebration Of

Who Knows The End? What Has Risen May Sink, And What Has Sunk May Rise. Loathsomeness Waits And Dreams In The Deep, And Decay Spreads Over The Tottering Cities Of Men.

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.

I Never Ask A Man What His Business Is, For It Never Interests Me. What I Ask Him About Are His Thoughts And Dreams.

That Which We Call Substance And Reality Is Shadow And Illusion, And That Which We Call Shadow And Illusion Is Substance And Reality.

I Can Look Back . . . At Two Distinct Periods Of Opinion Whose Foundations I Have Successively Come To Distrust - A Period Before 1919 Or So, When The Weight Of Classic Authority Unduly Influenced Me, And Another Period From 1919 To About 1925, When I Placed Too High A Value On The Elements Of Revolt, Florid Colour, And Emotional Extravagance Or Intensity.