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

Vigorous let us be in attaining our ends, and mild in our method of attainment.

But more wonderful than the lore of old men and the lore of books is the secret lore of ocean.

An isolated person requires correspondence as a means of seeing his ideas as others see them, and thus guarding against the dogmatisms and extravagances of solitary and uncorrected speculation. No man can learn to reason and appraise from a mere perusal of the writing of others. If he live not in the world, where he can observe the public at first hand and be directed toward solid reality by the force of conversation and spoken debate, then he must sharpen his discrimination and regulate his perceptive balance by an equivalent exchange of ideas in epistolary form.

From even the greatest of horrors irony is seldom absent.

In search of Truth the hopeful zealot goes,But all the sadder tums, the more he knows!

Life is a hideous thing.