The cat is cryptic, and close to strange things which men cannot see.

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.

The murder of a child has no justification, even if the bombs have missed their mark.

My logisticians are a humorless lot ... they know if my campaign fails, they are the first ones I will slay.

The real thing creates its own poetry.

No child should die in the dawn of life.

It's all in fun. I take everything with a grain of salt.

Did you know— then?” asked Harry. “Did I know that I had just met the most dangerous Dark wizard of all time? No.

I can choose to come into the world as my right brain personality, which is more compassionate, more open, more loving, and more right here, right now available.

Like everybody who is not in love, he thought one chose the person to be loved after endless deliberations and on the basis of particular qualities or advantages.

The true genius of a great manager is his or her ability to individualize. A great manager is one who understands how to trip each person's trigger.

To express hope by some star, the eagerness of a soul by a sunset radiance. Certainly there is nothing in that of stereoscopic realism, but is it not something that actually exists?