I was nearly unnerved at my proximity to a nameless thing at the bottom of a pit.
But more wonderful than the lore of old men and the lore of books is the secret lore of ocean.
Our brains deliberately make us forget things, to prevent insanity
incurable lover of the grotesque
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.
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.