From Even The Greatest Of Horrors Irony

The Only Saving Grace Of The Present Is That It's Too Damned Stupid To Question The Past Very Closely.

We Must Recognise The Essential Underlaying Savagery In The Animal Called Man, And Return To Older And Sounder Principles Of National Life And Defense. We Must Realise That Man's Nature Will Remain The Same So Long As He Remains Man; That Civilisation Is But A Slight Coverlet Beneath Which The Dominant Beast Sleeps Lightly And Ever Ready To Awake.

Truly, There Are Terrible Primal Arcana Of Earth Which Had Better Be Left Unknown And Unevoked; Dread Secrets Which Have Nothing To Do With Man, And Which Man May Learn Only In Exchange For Peace And Sanity; Cryptic Truths Which Make The Knower Evermore An Alien Among His Kind, And Cause Him To Walk Alone On Earth.

Never Explain Anything

I Should Describe Mine Own Nature As Tripartite, My Interests Consisting Of Three Parallel And Dissociated Groups - (a) Love Of The Strange And Fantastic. (b) Love Of The Abstract Truth And Of Scientific Logick. (c) Love Of The Ancient And The Permanent. Sundry Combinations Of These Three Strains Will Probably Account For All My Odd Tastes And Eccentricities.