Our brains deliberately make us forget things, to prevent insanity

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.

Vigorous let us be in attaining our ends, and mild in our method of attainment.

I am a student of life, and don't want to miss any experience. There's poetry in this sort of thing, you know--or perhaps you don't know, but it's all the same.

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.

The process of delving into the black abyss is to me the keenest form of fascination.

I could not help feeling that they were evil things-- mountains of madness whose farther slopes looked out over some accursed ultimate abyss. That seething , half-luminous cloud-background held ineffable suggestions of a vague, ethereal beyondness far more than terrestrially spatial; and gave appalling reminders of the utter remoteness, separateness, desolation, and aeon-long death of this untrodden and unfathomed austral world.