The basis of all true cosmic horror is violation of the order of nature, and the profoundest violations are always the least concrete and describable.

There be those who say that things and places have souls, and there be those who say they have not; I dare not say, myself, but I will tell of The Street.

In its flawless grace and superior self-sufficiency I have seen a symbol of the perfect beauty and bland impersonality of the universe itself, objectively considered, and in its air of silent mystery there resides for me all the wonder and fascination of the unknown.

To the scientist there is the joy in pursuing truth which nearly counteracts the depressing revelations of truth.

I am writing this under an appreciable mental strain, since by tonight I shall be no more. Penniless, and at the end of my supply of the drug which alone makes life endurable, I can bear the torture no longer; and shall cast myself from this garret window into the squalid street below.

No new horror can be more terrible than the daily torture of the commonplace.

The basis of all true cosmic horror is violation of the order of nature, and the profoundest violations are always the least concrete and describable.