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Man's Relations To Man Do Not Captivate My Fancy. It Is Man's Relation To The Cosmos--to The Unknown--which Alone Arouses In Me The Spark Of Creative Imagination.

Uncertainty And Danger Are Always Closely Allied, Thus Making Any Kind Of An Unknown World A World Of Peril And Evil Possibilities.

If I Am Mad, It Is Mercy! May The Gods Pity The Man Who In His Callousness Can Remain Sane To The Hideous End!

Someday Our Piecing Together Of Knowledge Will Open Up Such Terrifying Vistas We Shall Either Go Mad Or Flee Into The Safety Of A New Dark Age.

Of What Use Is It To Please The Herd? They Are Simply Coarse Animals - For All That Is Admirable In Man Is The Artificial Product Of Special Breeding.