Ever man is eternally alone. But when you get mixed up with a fairly decent crowd, you forget that appalling fact for long enough to give your brain time to recover from the acute symptoms of its disease - that of thinking.

Alas the Master; so he sinks in death. But whoso knows the mystery of man Sees life and death as curves of the same plan

I hardly ever talk- words seem such a waste, and they are none of them true. No one has yet invented a language from my point of view.

If one were to take the bible seriously one would go mad. But to take the bible seriously, one must be already mad.

Imagine listening to Beethoven with the prepossession that C is a good note and F a bad one; yet this is exactly the stand point from which all uninitiates contemplate the universe. Obviously, they miss the music.

There is no part of me that is not of the Gods.

I was not content to just believe in Satan. I wanted to be his chief or staff.