Toil Without Song Is Like

I Have Never Been Able To Soothe Myself With The Sugary Delusions Of Religion; For These Things Stand Convicted Of The Utmost Absurdity In Light Of Modern Scientific Knowledge.

Religion Is Still Useful Among The Herd - That It Helps Their Orderly Conduct As Nothing Else Could. The Crude Human Animal Is In-eradicably Superstitious, And There Is Every Biological Reason Why They Should Be. Take Away His Christian God And Saints, And He Will Worship Something Else.

When Randolph Carter Was Thirty He Lost The Key Of The Gate Of Dreams.

I Have Dwelt Ever In Realms Apart From The Visible World; Spending My Youth And Adolescence In Ancient And Little-known Books, And In Roaming The Fields And Groves Of The Region Near My Ancestral Home. I Do Not Think That What I Read In These Books Or Saw In These Fields And Groves Was Exactly What Other Boys Read And Saw There; But Of This I Must Say Little, Since Detailed Speech Would But Confirm Those Cruel Slanders Upon My Intellect Which I Sometimes Overhear From The Whispers Of The Stealthy Attendants Around Me.

Bunch Together A Group Of People Deliberately Chosen For Strong Religious Feelings, And You Have A Practical Guarantee Of Dark Morbidities Expressed In Crime, Perversion, And Insanity.