When Randolph Carter was thirty he lost the key of the gate of dreams.

The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear.

Unhappy is he to whom the memories of childhood bring only fear and sadness.

What a man does for pay is of little significance. What he is, as a sensitive instrument responsive to the world's beauty, is everything!

The end is near. I hear a noise at the door, as of some immense slippery body lumbering against it. It shall not find me. God, that hand! The window! The window!

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.

Searchers after horror haunt strange, far places.