Not Chaos, not the darkest pit of lowest Erebus, nor aught of blinder vacancy, scooped out by help of dreams -can breed such fear and awe as fall upon us often when we look into our Minds, into the Mind of Man.

Not Chaos, not the darkest pit of lowest Erebus, nor aught of blinder vacancy, scooped out by help of dreams - can breed such fear and awe as fall upon us often when we look into our Minds, into the Mind of Man.

Huge and mighty forms that do not live like living men, moved slowly through the mind by day and were trouble to my dreams.

Something between a hindrance and a help.

All the things one has forgotten scream for help in dreams.

But I do love thee! and when I love thee not,
Chaos is come again.