“But it was dreadful to think of Henry, slowly or swiftly corrupted by his detestable father and mother, growing up with the fat slime of their abominations upon him.” — Arthur Machen Copy Share Image
We both wondered whether these contradictions that one can't avoid if one begins to think of time and space may not really be proofs… — Arthur Machen Copy Share Image
The saint endeavors to recover a gift which he has lost; the sinner tries to obtain something which was never his. In brief, he… — Arthur Machen Copy Share Image
“Happiness, said De Quincey, on his discovery of the paradise that he thought he had found in opium, could be sent down by the… — Arthur Machen Copy Share Image
“By what seemed then and still seems a chance, the suggestion of a moment’s idle thought followed up upon familiar lines and paths that I had tracked a hundred times already, the great truth burst upon me, and I saw, mapped out in lines of light, a whole world, a sphere unknown; continents and islands, and great oceans in which… — Arthur Machen Copy Share
It is all nonsense, to be sure; and so much the greater nonsense inasmuch as the true interpretation of many dreams - not by… — Arthur Machen Copy Share Image
“We have just begun to navigate a strange region; we must expect to encounter strange adventures, strange perils.” — Arthur Machen Copy Share Image
“We know what happened to those who chanced to meet the Great God Pan, and those who are wise know that all symbols are symbols of something, not of nothing. It was, indeed, an exquisite symbol beneath which men long ago veiled their knowledge of the most awful, most secret forces which lie at the heart of all things; forces… — Arthur Machen Copy Share
There are strange things lost and forgotten in obscure corners of the newspaper. — Arthur Machen Copy Share Image
“Here, I could see, was choice matter on which the expert and art critic could exercise their knowledge and judgment. As I had neither, I made an experiment or two, and was able to inform the readers of the paper that if you walked briskly past the picture, winking both eyes as fast as possible, you really got a sort… — Arthur Machen Copy Share
Very softly, but very swiftly, Last, the man with the grey face and the staring eyes, bolted for his life, down and away from the White House. Once in the road, free from the fields and brakes, he changed his run into a walk, and he never paused or stopped, till he came with a gulp of relief into the… — Arthur Machen Copy Share
It was better, he thought, to fail in attempting exquisite things than to succeed in the department of the utterly contemptible. — Arthur Machen Copy Share Image
