The Complete Works of H. P. Lovecraft (72 Novellas and Short Stories With Active Table of Contents)

That is not dead which can eternal lie, And with strange aeons even death may die.

It was nightmare itself, and to see it was to die. But it made men dream, and so they knew enough to keep away.

“It is new, indeed, for I made it last night in a dream of strange cities; and dreams are older than brooding Tyre, or the contemplative Sphinx, or garden-girdled Babylon.”

The time would be easy to know, for then mankind would have become as the Great Old Ones; free and wild and beyond good and evil, with laws and morals thrown aside and all men shouting and killing and revelling in joy. Then the liberated Old Ones would teach them new ways to shout and kill and revel and enjoy themselves, and all the earth would fla

The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents.

That glimpse, like all dread glimpses of truth, flashed out from an accidental piecing together of separated things