Sometimes one feels that it would be merciful to tear down these houses, for they must often dream.

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.

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

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

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.

Searchers after horror haunt strange, far places.

I felt myself on the edge of the world; peering over the rim into a fathomless chaos of eternal night.