American author (1890-1937)

H. P. Lovecraft quote

It is good to be a cynic -- it is better to be a contented cat -- and it is best not to exist at all.

H. P. LOVECRAFT, "Nietzscheism and Realism"


Tags: cynicism

As for the Republicans -- how can one regard seriously a frightened, greedy, nostalgic huddle of tradesmen and lucky idlers who shut their eyes to history and science, [and] steel their emotions against decent human sympathy.

H. P. LOVECRAFT, letter to C. L. Moore, August 1936


Tags: republicans

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

H. P. LOVECRAFT, "The Call of Cthulhu"


Tags: death

In my dreams I found a little of the beauty I had vainly sought in life, and wandered through old gardens and enchanted woods.

H. P. LOVECRAFT, "Ex Oblivione"


Tags: dreams

The only saving grace of the present is that it's too damned stupid to question the past very closely.

H. P. LOVECRAFT, "Pickman's Model"


Tags: present

You see them? You see the things that float and flop about you and through you ever moment of your life? You see the creatures that form what men call the pure air and the blue sky? Have I not succeeded in breaking down the barrier; have I not shown you worlds that no other living men have seen?

H. P. LOVECRAFT, "From Beyond"


If I am mad, it is mercy! May the gods pity the man who in his callousness can remain sane to the hideous end!

H. P. LOVECRAFT, "The Temple"


Tags: madness

Religion itself is an absurdity and an anomaly, and paganism is acceptable only because it represents that purely orgiastic phase of religion farthest from reality.

H. P. LOVECRAFT, Against Religion: The Atheist Writings of H.P. Lovecraft


All I say is that I think it is damned unlikely that anything like a central cosmic will, a spirit world, or an eternal survival of personality exist. They are the most preposterous and unjustified of all the guesses which can be made about the universe, and I am not enough of a hair-splitter to pretend that I don't regard them as arrant and negligible moonshine. In theory I am an agnostic, but pending the appearance of radical evidence I must be classed, practically and provisionally, as an atheist.

H. P. LOVECRAFT, letter to Robert E. Howard, August 16, 1932


Tags: atheism

Our means of receiving impressions are absurdly few, and our notions of surrounding objects infinitely narrow. We see things only as we are constructed to see them, and can gain no idea of their absolute nature. With five feeble senses we pretend to comprehend the boundlessly complex cosmos.

H. P. LOVECRAFT, "From Beyond", The Fantasy Fan, June 1934


Tags: perception

I love to dream, but I never try to dream and think at the same time.

H. P. LOVECRAFT, letter to Woodburn Harris, February/March 1929


Tags: dreams

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.

H. P. LOVECRAFT, Selected Letters


Through the ghoul-guarded gateways of slumber,
Past the wan-mooned abysses of night,
I have lived o'er my lives without number,
I have sounded all things with my sight.

H. P. LOVECRAFT, "Nemesis"


Tags: sleep

It is an unfortunate fact that the bulk of humanity is too limited in its mental vision to weigh with patience and intelligence those isolated phenomena, seen and felt only by a psychologically sensitive few, which lie outside its common experience. Men of broader intellect know that there is no sharp distinction betwixt the real and the unreal; that all things appear as they do only by virtue of the delicate individual physical and mental media through which we are made conscious of them; but the prosaic materialism of the majority condemns as madness the flashes of super-sight which penetrate the common veil of obvious empiricism.

H. P. LOVECRAFT, "The Tomb"


Tags: madness

Mid-summer ... when the alchemy of Nature transmutes the sylvan landscape to one vivid and almost homogeneous mass of green; when the senses are well-nigh intoxicated with the surging seas of moist verdure and the subtly indefinable odours of the soil and the vegetation. In such surroundings the mind loses its perspective; time and space become trivial and unreal, and echoes of a forgotten prehistoric past beat insistently upon the enthralled consciousness.

H. P. Lovecraft, "The Tomb"


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Pleasure to me is wonder--the unexplored, the unexpected, the thing that is hidden and the changeless thing that lurks behind superficial mutability. To trace the remote in the immediate; the eternal in the ephemeral; the past in the present; the infinite in the finite; these are to me the springs of delight and beauty.

H. P. LOVECRAFT, "The Defence Remains Open!"


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Life is not the unique property of Earth. Nor is life in the shape of human beings. Life takes many forms on other planets and far stars, forms that would seem bizarre to humans, as human life is bizarre to other life-forms.

H. P. LOVECRAFT, "The Dark Brotherhood"


Tags: life

The very fact that religions are not content to stand on their own feet, but insist on crippling or warping the flexible minds of children in their favour, forms a sufficient proof that there is no truth in them. If there were any truth in religion, it would be even more acceptable to a mature mind than to an infant mind--yet no mature mind ever accepts religion unless it has been crippled in infancy.

H. P. LOVECRAFT, letter to Natalie H. Wooley, May 2, 1936


Tags: religion

Slowly but inexorably crawling upon my consciousness and rising above every other impression, came a dizzying fear of the unknown; a fear all the greater because I could not analyse it, and seeming to concern a stealthily approaching menace; not death, but some nameless, unheard-of thing inexpressibly more ghastly and abhorrent.

H. P. LOVECRAFT, "The Crawling Chaos"


The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown.

H. P. LOVECRAFT, Supernatural Horror in Literature


Tags: fear