Sometimes one feels that it would be merciful to tear down these houses, for they must often dream.

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.

Each of us is a universe of our living cells.

I'm not playing with my brother-in-law today. Would you play with a man who improves his lie and cheats on his score? Well neither would he!

Dogs are in on our human silliness; lions are not.

To glorify the cult of images (my great, my only, my earliest passion).

I have drawn all my life, I don't know how to live without drawing.

Progress in civilization has been accompanied by progress in cookery.

Obstructions on the way to enlightenment, are you kidding? Hey, they crucify people here. You think this is an easy place?

If I have learned anything in this long life of mine, it is this: in love we find out who we want to be; in war we find out who we are.

You've got to continue to grow, or you're just like last night's cornbread - stale and dry.

There is, indeed, nothing that so much seduces reason from vigilance, as the thought of passing life with an amiable woman.