From even the greatest of horrors irony is seldom absent.

I like coffee exceedingly.

It is good to be a cynic - it is better to be a contented cat - and it is best not to exist at all.

It is true that I have sent six bullets through the head of my best friend, and yet I hope to show by this statement that I am not his murderer.

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.

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

I know always that I am an outsider; a stranger in this century and among those who are still men.