The more necessary anything appears to my mind, the most certain it is that I only assert a limitation.

The sot drinks, and is drunken: the coward drinks not, and shivers: the wise man, brave and free, drinks, and gives glory to the Most High God.

There are hardly half a dozen writers in England today who have not sold out to the enemy. Even when their good work has been a success, Mammon grips them and whispers: More money for more work.

Ordinary morality is only for ordinary people.

There are no "standards of Right". Ethics is balderdash. Each Star must go on its own orbit. To hell with "moral principle"; there is no such thing.

I've written this to keep from crying. But I am crying, only the tears won't come.

A man who is doing his True Will has the inertia of the Universe to assist him.