The ignorant and the deluded are, I think, in a strange way to be envied. That which is not known of does not trouble us, while an imagined but insubstantial peril does not harm us. To know the truths behind reality is a far greater burden.

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.

For although nepenthe has calmed me, I know always that I am an outsider; a stranger in this century and among those who are still men. This I have known ever since I stretched out my fingers to the abomination within that great gilded frame; stretched out my fingers and touched a cold and unyielding surface of polished glass.

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)

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

For I have always been a seeker, a dreamer, and a ponderer on seeking and dreaming.

Maybe, just maybe, I should not have used the word "eldritch" so many times now that I think about it.