Our Brains Deliberately Make Us Forget Things,

From Even The Greatest Of Horrors Irony Is Seldom Absent.

The Glorious Dryden, Refiner And Purifier Of English Verse, Did Less For Rhyme Than He Did For Metre.

Memory Sometimes Makes Merciful Deletions.

In Short, The World Abounds With Simple Delusions Which We May Call "happiness", If We Be But Able To Entertain Them.

Most Of My Monsters Fail Altogether To Satisfy My Sense Of The Cosmic - The Abnormally Chromatic Entity In The Colour Out Of Space Being The Only One Of The Lot Which I Take Any Pride In.