That Is Not Dead Which Can Eternal

There Were Nameless Horrors Abroad; And No Matter How Little One Might Be Able To Get At Them, One Ought Tp Stand Prepared For Any Sort Of Action At Any Time.

Yog-sothoth Knows The Gate. Yog-sothoth Is The Gate. Yog-sothoth Is The Key And Guardian Of The Gate. Past, Present, Future, All Are One In Yog-sothoth. He Knows Where The Old Ones Broke Through Of Old, And Where They Shall Break Through Again. He Knows Where They Have Trod Earth's Fields, And Where They Still Tread Them, And Why No One Can Behold Them As They Tread.

The Most Merciful Thing In The World, I Think, Is The Inability Of The Human Mind To Correlate All Its Contents. We Live On A Placid Island Of Ignorance In The Midst Of Black Seas Of The Infinity, And It Was Not Meant That We Should Voyage Far.

The End Is Near. I Hear A Noise At The Door, As Of Some Immense Slippery Body Lumbering Against It. It Shall Not Find Me. God, That Hand! The Window! The Window!

Religion Itself Is An Absurdity And An Anomaly, And Paganism Is Acceptable Only Because It Represents That Purely Orgiastic Phase Of Religion Farthest From Reality.