I could not help feeling that they were evil things — mountains of madness whose farther slopes looked out over some accursed ultimate abyss. - H. P. Lovecraft

That was the end of our voluntary searchings in the caverns of dream. Awed, shaken, and portentous, my friend who had been beyond the barrier warned me that we must never venture within those realms again.

I am forced into speech because men of science have refused to follow my advice without knowing why. It is altogether against my will that I tell my reasons for opposing this contemplated invasion of the antarctic — with its vast fossil-hunt and its wholesale boring and melting of the ancient ice-cap — and I am the more reluctant because my warning may be in vain. Doubt of the real facts, as I must reveal them, is inevitable;

What a man does for pay is of little significance. What he is, as a sensitive instrument responsive to the world's beauty, is everything!