Memories and possibilities are even more hideous than realities.

We shall see that at which dogs howl in the dark, and that at which cats prick up their ears after midnight.

But are not the dreams of poets and the tales of travellers notoriously false?

There were nameless horrors abroad; and no matter how little one might be able to get at them, one ought tp stand prepared for any sort of action at any time.

In his house at R'lyeh, dead Cthulu waits dreaming

Pleasure to me is wonder—the unexplored, the unexpected, the thing that is hidden and the changeless thing that lurks behind superficial mutability.

The basis of all true cosmic horror is violation of the order of nature, and the profoundest violations are always the least concrete and describable.