Quotes from Arthur Machen

Evet," dedi profesör, "san?r?m öyle. Ya da sadece bir tesadüf. Böyle konularda hiçbir zaman tamamen emin olunamaz, biliyorsunuz. Tesadüf profesörü öldürdü.

Evren suskundur gün boyunca lakin korkuyla bölünmüÅŸtür; leyli ateÅŸlerle ???k saçar ve Aegipan korusunun sesleri yank?lan?r her yan?nda: Deniz k?y?s? boyunca flütlerin ÅŸark?s? ve zillerin ç?nlamas? duyulur.

Perhaps he walked two miles between the high walls of the lane before its descent ceased, but he thrilled with the sense of having journeyed very far, all the long way from the known to the unknown.

A great thing he could never do, but he had longed to do a true thing, to imagine sincere and genuine pages.

There was a certain corner where the heat of that hot August seemed concentrated, reverberated from one wall to the other

And Lucian felt most keenly that in his case there was a double curse; he was as isolated as Keats, and as inarticulate as his reviewers.

He was oppressed by the grim conceit that he himself still slept within the matted thicket, imprisoned by the green bastions of the Roman fort. He had never come out, but a changeling had gone down the hill, and now stirred about the earth.

For many months he had occasional fits of recollection, both cold and hot; but the bridge of time, gradually lengthening, made those dreadful and delicious images grow more and more indistinct, till at last they all passed into that wonderland which a youth looks back upon in amazement, not knowing why this used to be a symbol of terror or that of joy.

I dream in fire but work in clay.

silence is not weakness and decency is not pride

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 that the whole of life is a dream, and the moon and stars bits of nightmare.

There are sacraments of evil as well as of good about us, and we live and move to my belief in an unknown world, a place where there are caves and shadows and dwellers in twilight. It is possible that man may sometimes return on the track of evolution, and it is my belief that an awful lore is not yet dead.

In every grain of wheat there lies hidden the soul of a star.

It was better, he thought, to fail in attempting exquisite things than to succeed in the department of the utterly contemptible.

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?

There is a real world, but it is beyond this glamour and this vision, beyond these 'chases in Arras, dreams in a career,' beyond them all as beyond a veil. I do not know whether any human being has ever lifted that veil; but I do know, Clarke, that you and I shall see it lifted this very night from before another's eyes. You may think this all strange nonsense; it may be strange, but it is true, and the ancients knew what lifting the veil means. They called it seeing the god Pan.

Old stories often turn out to be true.

There are strange things lost and forgotten in obscure corners of the newspaper.

I knew I had looked into the eyes of a lost soul, Austin, the man's outward form remained, but all hell was within it.

And there were other rocks that were like animals, creeping, horrible animals, putting out their tongues, and others were like words I could not say, and others like dead people lying on the grass. I went on among them, though they frightened me, and my heart was full of wicked song they put into it; and I wanted to make faces and twist myself about the way they did, and I went on and on a long way till at last I liked the rocks and they didn't frighten me any more

We have just begun to navigate a strange region; we must expect to encounter strange adventures, strange perils.

But he recognized that the illusions of the child only differed from those of the man in that they were more picturesque; belief in fairies and belief in the Stock Exchange as bestowers of happiness were equally vain, but the latter form of faith was ugly as well as inept.

Every branch of human knowledge, if traced up to its source and final principles, vanishes into mystery.

For, contrary to the common opinion, it is the wealthy who are greedy of wealth; while the populace are to be gained by talking to them about liberty, their unknown god. And so much are they enchanted by the words liberty, freedom, and such like, that the wise can go to the poor, rob them of what little they have, dismiss them with a hearty kick, and win their hearts and their votes for ever, if only they will assure them that the treatment which they have received is called liberty.