In His House At R'lyeh, Dead Cthulu

Because We Remember Pain And The Menace Of Death More Vividly Than Pleasure, And Because Our Feelings Toward The Beneficent Aspects Of The Unknown Have From The First Been Captured And Formalised By Conventional Religious Rituals, It Has Fallen To The Lot Of The Darker And More Maleficent Side Of Cosmic Mystery To Figure Chiefly In Our Popular Supernatural Folklore.

I Fear My Enthusiasm Flags When Real Work Is Demanded Of Me.

I Never Ask A Man What His Business Is, For It Never Interests Me. What I Ask Him About Are His Thoughts And Dreams.

The Basis Of All True Cosmic Horror Is Violation Of The Order Of Nature, And The Profoundest Violations Are Always The Least Concrete And Describable.

We Must Recognise The Essential Underlaying Savagery In The Animal Called Man, And Return To Older And Sounder Principles Of National Life And Defense. We Must Realise That Man's Nature Will Remain The Same So Long As He Remains Man; That Civilisation Is But A Slight Coverlet Beneath Which The Dominant Beast Sleeps Lightly And Ever Ready To Awake.