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

With hidden powers of unknown extent apparently at his disposal, Curwen was not a man who could safely be warned to leave town.

I was nearly unnerved at my proximity to a nameless thing at the bottom of a pit.

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.

I am disillusioned enough to know that no man's opinion on any subject is worth a damn unless backed up with enough genuine information to make him really know what he's talking about.

I have harnessed the shadows that stride from world to world to sow death and madness.

The ignorant and the deluded are, I think, in a strange way to be envied. That which is not known of does not trouble us, while an imagined but insubstantial peril does not harm us. To know the truths behind reality is a far greater burden.