In theory I am an agnostic, but pending the appearance of rational evidence I must be classed, practically and provisionally, as an atheist. The chance's of theism's truth being to my mind so microscopically small, I would be a pedant and a hypocrite to call myself anything else.

The human race will disappear. Other races will appear and disappear in turn. The sky will become icy and void, pierced by the feeble light of half-dead stars. Which will also disappear. Everything will disappear. And what human beings do is just as free of sense as the free motion of elementary particles. Good, evil, morality, feelings? Pure 'Victorian fictions'. Only egotism exists.

I have harnessed the shadows that stride from world to world to sow death and madness.

I could not help feeling that they were evil things -- mountains of madness whose farther slopes looked out over some accursed ultimate abyss.

And where Nyarlathotep went, rest vanished, for the small hours were rent with the screams of nightmare.

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

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.