The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of the infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far.

Unhappy is he to whom the memories of childhood bring only fear and sadness.

We shall see that at which dogs howl in the dark, and that at which cats prick up their ears after midnight.

Man is an essentially superstitious and fearful animal. Take away the herd's Christian gods and saints and they will without failing come to worship...something else.

Nyarlathotep . . . the crawling chaos . . . I am the last . . . I will tell the audient void. . . .

That which we call substance and reality is shadow and illusion, and that which we call shadow and illusion is substance and reality.

I am disillusioned enough to know that no man's opinion on any subject is worth a damn unless backed up with enough genuine information to make him really know what he's talking about.