Life is a hideous thing.

With five feeble senses we pretend to comprehend the boundlessly complex cosmos, yet other beings with wider, stronger, or different range of senses might not only see very differently the things we see, but might see and study whole worlds of matter, energy, and life which lie close at hand yet can never be detected with the senses we have.

I know always that I am an outsider; a stranger in this century and among those who are still men.

Vigorous let us be in attaining our ends, and mild in our method of attainment.

If I am mad, it is mercy! May the gods pity the man who in his callousness can remain sane to the hideous end!

The cat is cryptic, and close to strange things which men cannot see.

The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents... some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the light into the peace and safety of a new Dark Age.