In search of Truth the hopeful zealot goes,But all the sadder tums, the more he knows!

Non- Euclidean calculus and quantum physics are enough to stretch any brain; and when one mixes them with folklore, and tries to trace a strange background of multi-dimensional reality behind the ghoulish hints of Gothic tales and the wild whispers of the chimney-corner, one can hardly expect to be wholly free from mental tension. (Dreams In The Witch-House)

Ultimate horror often paralyses memory in a merciful way.

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

Memories and possibilities are even more hideous than realities.

From even the greatest of horrors irony is seldom absent.

The Old Ones were, the Old Ones are, and the Old Ones shall be. Not in the spaces we know, but between them. They walk serene and primal, undimensioned and to us unseen.