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

I have seen the dark universe yawning Where the black planets roll without aim, Where they roll in their horror unheeded, Without knowledge, or lustre, or name.

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.

The most merciful thing in the world... is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents.

I know always that I am an outsider; a stranger in this century and among those who are still men.

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

It is good to be a cynic - it is better to be a contented cat - and it is best not to exist at all.