We lead two lives, and the half of our soul is madness, and half heaven is lit by a black sun. I say I am a man, is the other that hides in me? — Arthur Machen Copy Share Image
“And every day,’ he went on, ‘we lead two lives, and the half of our soul is madness, and half heaven is lit by a black sun. I say I am a man, but who is the other that hides… — 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… — Arthur Machen Copy Share Image
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… — Arthur Machen Copy Share Image
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,… — Arthur Machen Copy Share Image
Very softly, but very swiftly, Last, the man with the grey face and the staring eyes, bolted for his life, down and away from… — Arthur Machen Copy Share Image
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
