Robert W. Chambers

“The Clown turned his powdered face to the mirror. "If to be fair is to be beautiful," he said, "who can compare…

— Robert W. Chambers

“The ambition of Caesar and of Napoleon pales before that which could not rest until it had seized the minds of men…

— Robert W. Chambers

“Song of my soul, my voice is dead, Die though, unsung, as tears unshed Shall dry and die in Lost Carcosa ”

— Robert W. Chambers

“He is a king whom emperors have served.”

— Robert W. Chambers

“Strange is the night where black stars rise, and strange moons circle through the skies, but stranger still is lost Carcosa.”

— Robert W. Chambers

“Camilla: You, sir, should unmask. Stranger: Indeed? Cassilda: Indeed it’s time. We all have laid aside disguise but you. Stranger: I wear…

— Robert W. Chambers

“It filled my head, that muttering sound, like thick oily smoke from a fat-rendering vat or an odour of noisome decay. And…

— Robert W. Chambers

“Ah," she said, "to come is easy and takes hours; to go is different—and may take centuries.”

— Robert W. Chambers