The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown.
The world is indeed comic, but the joke is on mankind.
The world is full of horrors, but none so terrifying as the truth.
The oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown.
In his house at R’lyeh dead Cthulhu waits dreaming.
There are horrors beyond life’s edge that we do not suspect, and once in a while man’s evil prying calls them just within our range.
From even the greatest of horrors, irony is seldom absent.
The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents.
The sciences, each straining in its own direction, have hitherto harmed us little; but some day the piecing together of detached knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the deadly light into the peace and safety of a new dark age.
To the scientist there is the joy in pursuing truth which nearly counterbalances the depressing revelations of truth.
The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown.
The skies of Earth are silently buzzing with hidden terrors from the stars.
Infinite and aching, it squatted evilly on the low horizon, like a huge and leprous monster ready to spring.
The place was not earth any more, nor the friendly stars of earth, nor the friendly shape identified consciousness. It was a world of horror, suffocation, and unnameable, ungendered and indefinite claustrophobic evil.
We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far.
That which is not dead can eternal lie, And with strange aeons even death may die.
The things from another world are in the ooze and trickle down in the night.
Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Cthulhu R’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn.
There is no safety in numbers, or in conscious, pathetic hope.
It is not the vengeful eye of the devil that gleams from behind the dark cloud. Rather, it is the cold, calculating gaze of the inhuman beings who observe us from their distant realm of madness.
We are the playthings of ancient cosmic entities who see us as nothing more than insignificant insects.
Once the gates of madness are opened, they can never be closed again. The psychological scars remain for eternity.
Man’s greatest weapon is his mind, and yet it is the tool that drives him to his own undoing.
The human mind can only handle so much before it collapses under the weight of the truth.
We are but motes of dust in the grand cosmic scheme, easily extinguished by the flick of a celestial finger.
To know the truth is to know madness, and yet we seek it out regardless.
There is a thin line between genius and madness, and sometimes it is difficult to tell which side one falls upon.
The universe is a vast, chaotic place, filled with horrors too numerous to comprehend.
To stare into the abyss is to invite madness, and yet we cannot help but be drawn to its dark depths.
The fear of the unknown is a primal instinct, deeply ingrained in the human psyche.
Even the most ordinary of places can hide unimaginable horrors, lurking just out of sight.
The greatest mysteries of the universe are not meant to be solved by mortal minds.
The truth is not always comforting, nor is it kind.
We are but pawns in a cosmic game, played by beings whose motives we can never hope to understand.
Time is not the linear progression we perceive it to be, but a swirling vortex of chaos and madness.
The darkness holds secrets beyond our wildest imagination, lurking just beyond the edge of perception.
The human mind is a fragile thing, easily corrupted by the knowledge of the horrors that lie beyond the veil of reality.
To seek knowledge is to court madness, for the truth is often more terrifying than we can bear.
We are not alone in the universe, but the beings that inhabit it may not be as benevolent as we would hope.
The boundary between dreams and reality is a thin one, easily crossed by those who dare to venture into the unknown.
The stars hold secrets that would drive any sane man to madness.
The universe is a vast, uncaring place, indifferent to the struggles of humankind.
There is a darkness within us all, waiting to be unleashed by the horrors that lurk beyond the stars.
The truth is a double-edged sword, capable of both enlightening and destroying those who seek it.
Our understanding of the universe is limited by our own perceptions, and there are truths that lie beyond the boundaries of our comprehension.
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