The one test of the really weird (story) is simply this--whether or not there be excited in the reader a profound sense of dread, and of contact with unknown spheres and powers; a subtle attitude of awed listening, as if for the beating of black wings or the scratching of outside shapes and entities on the known universe's utmost rim.

We shall see that at which dogs howl in the dark, and that at which cats prick up their ears after midnight.

There are black zones of shadow close to our daily paths, and now and then some evil soul breaks a passage through. When that happens, the man who knows must strike before reckoning the consequences.

It is good to be a cynic - it is better to be a contented cat - and it is best not to exist at all.

To the scientist there is the joy in pursuing truth which nearly counteracts the depressing revelations of truth.

Creative minds are uneven, and the best of fabrics have their dull spots.

That is not dead which can eternal lie, And with strange aeons even death may die.