I think it is beyond doubt that H. P. Lovecraft has yet to be surpassed as the twentieth century's greatest practitioner of the classic horror tale.

A man with a good wife is the luckiest of God's creatures.

Time was a face on the water, and like the great river before them, it did nothing but flow.

Everything that goes around comes around, they say, and although I've never been able to figure out who the mysteriously wise sages known as "they" might be, they're certainly right when it comes to time-travel.

Only library books speak with such wordless eloquence of the power good stories hold over us.

Absence may or may not make the heart grow fonder, but it certainly freshens the eye.

he looked to her like an absurd twentieth-century Hamlet, an indecisive figure so mesmerized by onrushing tragedy that he was helpless to divert its course or alter it in any way.