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

There are horrors beyond life's edge that we do not suspect, and once in a while man's evil prying calls them just within our range.

I know always that I am an outsider; a stranger in this century and among those who are still men.

I have looked upon all the universe has to hold of horror,and even the skies of spring and flowers of summer must ever afterward be poison to me.

Sometimes one feels that it would be merciful to tear down these houses, for they must often dream.

If I could create an ideal world, it would be an England with the fire of the Elizabethans, the correct taste of the Georgians, and the refinement and pure ideals of the Victorians.

The cat is cryptic, and close to strange things which men cannot see.