incurable lover of the grotesque

In search of Truth the hopeful zealot goes,But all the sadder tums, the more he knows!

The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of the infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far.

Blue, green, grey, white, or black; smooth, ruffled, or mountainous; that ocean is not silent.

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

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.

Yog-Sothoth knows the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the key and guardian of the gate. Past, present, future, all are one in Yog-Sothoth.