There is in certain ancient things a traceOf some dim essence --More than form or weight;A tenuous aether, indeterminate,Yet linked with all the laws of time and space.A faint, veiled sign of continui...
I saw it from that hidden, silent placeWhere the old wood half shuts the meadow in.It shone through all the sunset's glories - thinAt first, but with a slowly brightening face.Night came, and that lon...
The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its content. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it w...
The winter sunset, flaming beyond spiresAnd chimneys half-detached from this dull sphere,Opens great gates to some forgotten yearOf elder splendours and divine desires.Expectant wonders burn in those...
When the last days were upon me, and the ugly trifles of existence began to drive me to madness like the small drops of water that torturers let fall ceaselessly upon one spot of their victims body, I...
The daemon wind died down, and the bloated, fungoid moon sank reddeningly in the west.
Memory sometimes makes merciful deletions.
«Que no está muerto lo que yace eternamente y con el paso de los evos, aun la muerte puede morir»
Reasonable readers would have accepted my book about ghouls as a work of fiction, but such readers are rare, and most condemned it as a hoax. Even worse, totally unreasonable readers took it for a sci...
As we drew nearer the green shore the bearded man told me of that land, the Land of Zar, where dwell all the dreams and thoughts of beauty that come to men once and then are forgotten. And when I look...
Whilst never actually rebuffing a visitor, he always reared such a wall of reserve that few could think of anything to say to him which would not sound inane.
By noon Carter reached the jasper terraces of Kiran which slope down to the river's edge and bear that temple of loveliness wherein the King of Ilek-Vad comes from his far realm on the twilight sea on...
The only saving grace of the present is that it's too damned stupid to question the past very closely.
My searchlight expired, but still I ran. I heard voices, and yowls, and echoes, but above all there gently rose that impious, insidious scurrying, gently rising, rising as a stiff bloated corpse gentl...
If I am mad, it is mercy! May the gods pity the man who in his callousness can remain sane to the hideous end!
He had read much of things as they are, and talked with too many people. Well-meaning philosophers had taught him to look into the logical relations of things, and analyse the processes which shaped h...
And where Nyarlathotep went, rest vanished, for the small hours were rent with the screams of nightmare.
When Randolph Carter was thirty he lost the key of the gate of dreams.
Those Old Ones were gone now, inside the earth and under the sea; but their dead bodies had told their secrets in dreams to the first men, who formed a cult which had never died.
Where does madness leave off and reality begin?
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