Any truth is better than indefinite doubt.

That which is clearly known hath less terror than that which is but hinted at and guessed.

Well, I'm a bacteriologist, you know. I live in a nine-hundred-diameter microscope. I can hardly claim to take serious notice of anything that I can see with my naked eye.

Where there is no imagination there is no horror.

The mighty voice of Canada will ever call to me.

There is no scent so pleasant to my nostrils as that faint, subtle reek which comes from an ancient book.

...it was a huge creature, luminous, ghastly, and spectral. I have cross-examined these men, one of them a hard-headed countryman, one a farrier, and one a moorland farmer, who all tell the same story of this dreadful apparition, exactly corresponding to the hell-hound of the legend. I assure you that there is a reign of terror in the district, and that it is a hardy man who will cross the moor at night.