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.

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.

To have made a coat of words and cloaked yourself in it.

She didn't mind a little rain. At least no one would see her cry.

The love of life is necessary to the vigorous prosecution of any undertaking.

Did I play my role well? If so, then applause, because the comedy is finished!

Two or three things I know for sure, and one of them is the way you can both hate and love something you are not sure you understand.

It is my custom to keep on talking until I get the audience cowed.

When I was a little kid I always wanted to be ginger. My best friend was ginger and he was pretty cool.

If the war on terror is endless, you could forget about democracy.

No created mind, no created heart, no human force is capable of knowing how much love the Heart of Mary had for the Lord.

I always take a close look at those who lose themselves in self portraits. They are solitary souls, prone to introspection, who have really grappled with their existence.