Life Is A Hideous Thing.

Slowly But Inexorably Crawling Upon My Consciousness And Rising Above Every Other Impression, Came A Dizzying Fear Of The Unknown; A Fear All The Greater Because I Could Not Analyse It, And Seeming To Concern A Stealthily Approaching Menace; Not Death, But Some Nameless, Unheard-of Thing Inexpressibly More Ghastly And Abhorrent.

As Human Beings, Our Only Sensible Scale Of Values Is One Based On Lessening The Agony Of Existence.

In His House At R'lyeh, Dead Cthulu Waits Dreaming

I Am Providence, And Providence Is Myself - Together, Indissolubly As One, We Stand Thro' The Ages; A Fixt Monument Set Aeternally In The Shadow Of Durfee's Ice-clad Peak!

My Opinion Of My Whole Experience Varies From Time To Time. In Broad Daylight, And At Most Seasons I Am Apt To Think The Greater Part Of It A Mere Dream; But Sometimes In The Autumn, About Two In The Morning When Winds And Animals Howl Dismally, There Comes From Inconceivable Depths Below A Damnable Suggestions Of Rhythmical Throbbing ... And I Feel That The Transition Of Juan Romero Was A Terrible One Indeed.