The Old Ones were, the Old Ones are, and the Old Ones shall be. Not in the spaces we know, but between them. They walk serene and primal, undimensioned and to us unseen.

That which we call substance and reality is shadow and illusion, and that which we call shadow and illusion is substance and reality.

Creative minds are uneven, and the best of fabrics have their dull spots.

If religion were true, its followers would not try to bludgeon their young into an artificial conformity; but would merely insist on their unbending quest for truth, irrespective of artificial backgrounds or practical consequences.

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.

To the scientist there is the joy in pursuing truth which nearly counteracts the depressing revelations of truth.

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