I Have Harnessed The Shadows That Stride

Nothing Really Known Can Continue To Be Acutely Fascinating.

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

I Couldn't Live A Week Without A Private Library - Indeed, I'd Part With All My Furniture And Squat And Sleep On The Floor Before I'd Let Go Of The 1500 Or So Books I Possess.

Pessimists Are Just As Illogical As Optimists; Insomuch As Both Envisage The Aims Of Mankind As Unified, And As Having A Direct Relationship (either Of Frustration Or Of Fulfilment) To The Inevitable Flow Of Terrestrial Motivation And Events. That Is - Both Schools Retain In A Vestigial Way The Primitive Concept Of A Conscious Teleology - Of A Cosmos Which Gives A Damn One Way Or The Other About The Especial Wants And Ultimate Welfare Of Mosquitos, Rats, Lice, Dogs, Men, Horses, Pterodactyls, Trees, Fungi, Dodos, Or Other Forms Of Biological Energy.

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.