There is no grace: there is no guilt: This is the Law: DO WHAT THOU WILT!
It's no good trying to teach people who need to be taught.
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
Love is the law, love under will.
Religion itself becomes offensively monotonous. On every point of vantage are pagodas -- stupid stalagmites of stagnant piety.
Light, Life and Love are like three glow-worms at thy feet: the whole universe of stars, the dewdrops on the grass whereon thou walkest!