Creative minds are uneven, and the best of fabrics have their dull spots.

That is not dead which can eternal lie, And with strange aeons even death may die.

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

Who knows the end? What has risen may sink, and what has sunk may rise. Loathsomeness waits and dreams in the deep, and decay spreads over the tottering cities of men.

The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown

If I am mad, it is mercy! May the gods pity the man who in his callousness can remain sane to the hideous end!

No new horror can be more terrible than the daily torture of the commonplace.

I never ask a man what his business is, for it never interests me. What I ask him about are his thoughts and dreams.

I am disillusioned enough to know that no man's opinion on any subject is worth a damn unless backed up with enough genuine information to make him really know what he's talking about.

The Old Ones were, the Old Ones are, and the Old Ones shall be. Not in the spaces we know, but between them. They walk serene and primal, undimensioned and to us unseen.

If I could create an ideal world, it would be an England with the fire of the Elizabethans, the correct taste of the Georgians, and the refinement and pure ideals of the Victorians.

Every lesson you take from your past immediately turns into a stairs to the light!

I always try to cheer myself up by singing when i get sad. Most of the time, it turns out that my voice is worse than my problems.

Start thinking about a consumer’s “Path to Purpose” along her “Path to Purchase.

Success in dealing with people depends on sympathetic grasp of the other person's viewpoint.

Advertising never sold a bad product twice.

Accursed from their birth they be Who seek to find monogamy, Pursuing it from bed to bed— I think they would be better dead.

No-one wants to grow up and be a Gary Neville.

Choosing is existence. To the extent that you don't choose, you don't exist.

His achievements read like the graffiti on the walls of a hangman's changing room.

How could there be refining fires without our enduring some heat?