I know always that I am an outsider; a stranger in this century and among those who are still men.

I felt myself on the edge of the world; peering over the rim into a fathomless chaos of eternal night.

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

I have looked upon all the universe has to hold of horror,and even the skies of spring and flowers of summer must ever afterward be poison to me.

There was really nothing for serious men to do in cases of wild gossip, for superstitious rustics will say and believe anything.

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

In his house at R'lyeh, dead Cthulu waits dreaming