A surfeiting of terror soon made terror a cliché.

Quiet is here and all in me. ("Dress of White Silk")

Let the jagged edge of sobriety be now dulled.

It is my conviction that basic Reality is not all that perplexing. What seems difficult to assimilate are the manifold details of Reality, not its fundamental elements.

What would a Mohammedan vampire do if faced with a cross?

No longer will you be a weird Robinson Crusoe, imprisoned on an island of night surrounded by oceans of death.

If men only felt about death as they do about sleep, all terrors would cease. . . Men sleep contentedly, assured that they will wake the following morning. They should feel the same about their lives.