Every branch of human knowledge, if traced up to its source and final principles, vanishes into mystery.
Arthur MachenI knew I had looked into the eyes of a lost soul, Austin, the man's outward form remained, but all hell was within it.
Arthur MachenThe woods hung dark on the hills; above, the sky violet, specked with minute feathery clouds, white as snowflakes.
Arthur MachenSiamo circondati da sacri mestieri del bene e del male, e viviamo e ci muoviamo in un mondo oscuro, un luogo di tenebre, caverne ed abitatori del crepuscolo. Talvolta accade che l'uomo si volga indietro sulle tracce della propria evoluzione, ed è mia opinione che esistano segreti paurosi non ancora dimenticati.
Arthur MachenAnd what is sin?' said Cotgrave.
'I think I must reply to your question by another. What would your feelings be, seriously, if your cat or your dog began to talk to you, and to dispute with you in human accents? You would be overwhelmed with horror. I am sure of it. And if the roses in your garden sang a weird song, you would go mad. And suppose the stones in the road began to swell and grow before your eyes, and if the pebble that you noticed at night had shot out stony blossoms in the morning?
'Well, these examples may give you some notion of what sin really is.
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