A voice from other epochs belongs in a graveyard of other epochs. - H. P. Lovecraft

If we knew what we are, we should do as Sir Arthur Jermyn did; and Arthur Jermyn soaked himself in oil and set first to his clothing one night.

It was just a colour out of space — a frightful messenger from unformed realms of infinity beyond all Nature as we know it; from realms whose mere existence stuns the brain and numbs us with the black extra-cosmic gulfs it throws open before our frenzied eyes.

I am, indeed, an absolute materialist so far as actual belief goes; with not a shred of credence in any form of supernaturalism — religion, spiritualism, transcendentalism, metempsychosis, or immortality.