“It was such a heavenly dream: dreamed between the reality of war and the reality of hereditary madness.”

“There is nothing more harrowing than a deadly hush with the feel of a great noise around it”

“It was not a noisy wind but the kind that suggests something very big and thin fresh from the horror of Infinite Space.”

“...his eyes lit up and glowed red against the dark bulk of it. A moment they remained so ... then they soared up, phosphorescently opalescent, with a predominance of red, like two sinful dead plane...”

“But suppose the endlessly dead were to wake in us some emblem:they might point to the catkins hangingfrom the empty hazel trees, or direct us to the raindescending on black earth in early spring. ...”

“Life is but a dream for the dead.”

“Pray for the dead and fight like hell for the living.”