And now was acknowledged the presence of the Red Death. He had come like a thief in the night. And one by one dropped the revelers in the blood-bedewed halls of their revel, and died each in the despairing posture of his fall. And the life of the ebony clock went out with that of the last of the gay. And the flames of the tripods expired. And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all.

I am above the weakness of seeking to establish a sequence of cause and effect, between the disaster and the atrocity.

The scariest monsters are the ones that lurk within our souls.

I dread the events of the future, not in themselves but in their results.

And the life of the ebony clock went out with that of the last of the gay. And the flames of the tripods expired. And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all.

He must be theory-mad beyond redemption who ... shall ... persist in attempting to reconcile the obstinate oils and waters of Poetry and Truth.

It is the nature of truth in general, as of some ores in particular, to be richest when most superficial.