Almost Nobody Dances Sober, Unless They Happen

Our Brains Deliberately Make Us Forget Things, To Prevent Insanity

Pleasure To Me Is Wonder—the Unexplored, The Unexpected, The Thing That Is Hidden And The Changeless Thing That Lurks Behind Superficial Mutability.

But More Wonderful Than The Lore Of Old Men And The Lore Of Books Is The Secret Lore Of Ocean.

There Were Nameless Horrors Abroad; And No Matter How Little One Might Be Able To Get At Them, One Ought Tp Stand Prepared For Any Sort Of Action At Any Time.

There Are Black Zones Of Shadow Close To Our Daily Paths, And Now And Then Some Evil Soul Breaks A Passage Through. When That Happens, The Man Who Knows Must Strike Before Reckoning The Consequences.