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I know always that I am an outsider a stranger in this century and among those who are still men.
H. P. Lovecraft
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H. P. Lovecraft
Age: 46 †
Born: 1890
Born: August 20
Died: 1937
Died: March 15
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I expect nothing of man, and disown the race. The only folly is expecting what is never attained man is most contemptible when compared with his own pretensions. It is better to laugh at man from outside the universe, than to weep for him within.
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