I Am Disillusioned Enough To Know That

Two Widely Dissimilar Races, Whether Equal Or Not, Cannot Peaceably Coexist In The Same Territory Until They Are Either Uniformly Mongrelised Or Cast In Folkways Of Permanent And Traditional Personal Aloofness.

I Know Always That I Am An Outsider; A Stranger In This Century And Among Those Who Are Still Men.

I Love To Dream, But I Never Try To Dream And Think At The Same Time.

Rome Was So Mighty That It Could Not Fall. It Had To Vanish In A Cloud, Like So Many Of The Mythical Heros Of Antiquity, And To Receive Its Apotheosis Among The Stars Before Men Became Fully Aware That It Had Vanished From The Earth!

May The Merciful God, If Indeed There Be Such, Guard Those Hours When No Power Of The Will, Or Drug That The Cunning Of Man Devises, Can Keep Me From The Chasm Of Sleep. Death Is Merciful, For There Is No Return Therefrom, But With Him Who Has Come Back Out Of The Nethermost Chambers Of Night, Haggard And Knowing, Peace Rests Nevermore.