What a man does for pay is of little significance. What he is, as a sensitive instrument responsive to the world's beauty, is everything!

I have harnessed the shadows that stride from world to world to sow death and madness.

Ocean is more ancient than the mountains, and freighted with the memories and the dreams of Time.

I expect nothing of man, and disown the race. The only folly is expecting what is never attained; man is most contemptible when compared with his own pretensions. It is better to laugh at man from outside the universe, than to weep for him within.

Toil without song is like a weary journey without an end.

Yog-Sothoth knows the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the key and guardian of the gate. Past, present, future, all are one in Yog-Sothoth. He knows where the Old Ones broke through of old, and where They shall break through again. He knows where They have trod earth's fields, and where They still tread them, and why no one can behold Them as They tread.

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.