For although nepenthe has calmed me, I know always that I am an outsider; a stranger in this century and among those who are still men. This I have known ever since I stretched out my fingers to the abomination within that great gilded frame; stretched out my fingers and touched a cold and unyielding surface of polished glass.
H. P. LovecraftIf I am mad, it is mercy! May the gods pity the man who in his callousness can remain sane to the hideous end!
H. P. LovecraftThe 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!
H. P. LovecraftBut more wonderful than the lore of old men and the lore of books is the secret lore of ocean.
H. P. Lovecraft