Maybe, just maybe, I should not have used the word "eldritch" so many times now that I think about it.

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.

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.

For I have always been a seeker, a dreamer, and a ponderer on seeking and 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.

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

The cat is cryptic, and close to strange things which men cannot see.