“Life Lessons” is a new feature on Steff Metal – quotes from interesting people, both within metal and without, which might inspire, incite and invigorate us with their epic wisdom and profoundness. Here is but a speckling of wisdom from HP Lovecraft.
Bunch together a group of people deliberately chosen for strong religious feelings, and you have a practical guarantee of dark morbidities expressed in crime, perversion, and insanity.
But are not the dreams of poets and the tales of travellers notoriously false?
Mine are only mildly exaggerated.
I couldn’t live a week without a private library – indeed, I’d part with all my furniture and squat and sleep on the floor before I’d let go of the 1500 or so books I possess.
As the proud owner of a couple of thousand books myself, I have to agree with the man. Books are articles of beauty – the power to convey messages on paper astounds me with its complexity and antiquity.
Heaven knows where I’ll end up – but it’s a safe bet that I’ll never be at the top of anything! Nor do I particularly care to be.
Spoken like a true metalhead.
I am disillusioned enough to know that no man’s opinion on any subject is worth a damn unless backed up with enough genuine information to make him really know what he’s talking about.
I love this quote, because what he’s ACTUALLY saying is that man’s opinions are frequently worth the world despite not being backed up by anything, which is a rather astute, though very cynical opinion, for a writer – someone who essentially makes a living backing up his opinions.
I fear my enthusiasm flags when real work is demanded of me.
Don’t we all? It’s a pity Lovecraft never wrote a blog – I bet it would be filled with great procrastination tips. And recipes from the Miskatonic cafeteria.
I never ask a man what his business is, for it never interests me. What I ask him about are his thoughts and dreams.
Man’s a genius. A person is not their job – they are the remarkable thoughts inside their head, the dreams and hopes and despairs. You never truly connect with someone until you catch a glimpse of that world within.
Searchers after horror haunt strange, far places.
If I could create an ideal world, it would be an England with the fire of the Elizabethans, the correct taste of the Georgians, and the refinement and pure ideals of the Victorians.
If I could create an ideal world, it would have the epic architecture and free-thinking society of the Ancient Egyptians, the metal of the Germans, and the spirit of adventure of the age of Discovery.
If religion were true, its followers would not try to bludgeon their young into an artificial conformity; but would merely insist on their unbending quest for truth, irrespective of artificial backgrounds or practical consequences.
The most merciful thing in the world… is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents.
The process of delving into the black abyss is to me the keenest form of fascination.
To the scientist there is the joy in pursuing truth which nearly counteracts the depressing revelations of truth.
Toil without song is like a weary journey without an end.
Listen to Manowar while you do your chores, people.
The world is indeed comic, but the joke is on mankind.
… and it’s fucking hilarious.