P Lovecraft
P Lovecraft
often-is long perfect
The monotony of a long heroic poem may often be pleasantly relieved by judicious interruptions in the perfect successions of rhymes, just as the metre may sometimes be adorned with occasional triplets and Alexandrines.
dream garden littles
In my dreams I found a little of the beauty I had vainly sought in life, and wandered through old gardens and enchanted woods.
dream morning autumn
My opinion of my whole experience varies from time to time. In broad daylight, and at most seasons I am apt to think the greater part of it a mere dream; but sometimes in the autumn, about two in the morning when winds and animals howl dismally, there comes from inconceivable depths below a damnable suggestions of rhythmical throbbing ... and I feel that the transition of Juan Romero was a terrible one indeed.
agony scales existence
As human beings, our only sensible scale of values is one based on lessening the agony of existence.
letting-go sea personality
To be bitter is to attribute intent and personality to the formless, infinite, unchanging and unchangeable void. We drift on a chartless, resistless sea. Let us sing when we can, and forget the rest..
depressing joy scientist
To the scientist there is the joy in pursuing truth which nearly counteracts the depressing revelations of truth.
strange-places strange horror
Searchers after horror haunt strange, far places.
artist broken answers
It was from the artists and poets that the pertinent answers came, and I know that panic would have broken loose had they been able to compare notes.
world helping comic
All great humorists are sad.... I cannot help seeing beyond the tinsel of humour, and recognising the pitiful basis of jest--the world is indeed comic, but the joke is on mankind.
irony horror absent
From even the greatest of horrors irony is seldom absent.
soul dare streets
There be those who say that things and places have souls, and there be those who say they have not; I dare not say, myself, but I will tell of The Street.
fire would-be world
If I could create an ideal world, it would be an England with the fire of the Elizabethans, the correct taste of the Georgians, and the refinement and pure ideals of the Victorians.
summer spring flower
I have looked upon all the universe has to hold of horror,and even the skies of spring and flowers of summer must ever afterward be poison to me.
couple tired world
I am so beastly tired of mankind and the world that nothing can interest me unless it contains a couple of murders on each page or deals with the horrors unnameable and unaccountable that leer down from the external universes.