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

No new horror can be more terrible than the daily torture of the commonplace.

To be bitter is to attribute intent and personality to the formless, infinite, unchanging and unchangeable void. We drift on a chartless, resistless sea. Let us sing when we can, and forget the rest.

It was from the artists and poets that the pertinent answers came, and I know that panic would have broken loose had they been able to compare notes.

In its flawless grace and superior self-sufficiency I have seen a symbol of the perfect beauty and bland impersonality of the universe itself, objectively considered, and in its air of silent mystery there resides for me all the wonder and fascination of the unknown.

Science, already oppressive with its shocking revelations, will perhaps be the ultimate exterminator of our human species - if separate species we be - for its reserve of unguessed horrors could never be borne by mortal brains if loossed upon the world.

Life is a hideous thing.