H.P. Lovecraft

I have harnessed the shadows that stride from world to world to sow death and madness...

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

It is the greatest mercy that humankind cannot connect up all its diverse bits of information, but a day is coming when we will and the question is whether we will embrace that light, or run from it into the sheltering shadows of a new dark age.

...all life is only a set of pictures in the brain, among which there is no difference betwixt those born of real things and those born of inward dreamings, and (there is) no cause to value one above the other."

You have dreamed too well, O wise archdreamer, for you have drawn dream's gods away from the world of all men's vision to that which is wholly yours,...

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

The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. 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. The sciences, each straining in its own direction, have hitherto harmed us little; but some day the piecing together of dissociated 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.

Calm, lasting beauty comes only in a dream, and this solace the world had thrown away when in its worship of the real it threw away the secrets of childhood and innocence.