In its flawless grace and superior self-sufficiency I have seen a symbol of the perfect beauty and bland impersonality of the universe itself, objectively considered, and in its air of silent mystery there resides for me all the wonder and fascination of the unknown.

I have harnessed the shadows that stride from world to world to sow death and madness.

I am writing this under an appreciable mental strain, since by tonight I shall be no more. Penniless, and at the end of my supply of the drug which alone makes life endurable, I can bear the torture no longer; and shall cast myself from this garret window into the squalid street below.

I felt myself on the edge of the world; peering over the rim into a fathomless chaos of eternal night.

Through all this horror my cat stalked unperturbed. Once I saw him monstrously perched atop a mountain of bones, and wondered at the secrets that might lie behind his yellow eyes.

Only poetry or madness could do justice to the noises.

Blue, green, grey, white, or black; smooth, ruffled, or mountainous; that ocean is not silent.