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

That is not dead which can eternal lie, And with strange aeons even death may die.

It is an unfortunate fact that every man who seeks to disseminate knowledge must contend not only against ignorance itself, but against false instruction as well. No sooner do we deem ourselves free from a particularly gross superstition, than we are confronted by some enemy to learning who would set aside all the intellectual progress of years, and plunge us back into the darkness of mediaeval disbelief.

Who knows the end? What has risen may sink, and what has sunk may rise. Loathsomeness waits and dreams in the deep, and decay spreads over the tottering cities of men.

When Randolph Carter was thirty he lost the key of the gate of dreams.

With hidden powers of unknown extent apparently at his disposal, Curwen was not a man who could safely be warned to leave town.

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