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

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.

The True Will is thus both determined by its equations, and free because those equation are simply its own name, spelt out fully.

Religion itself becomes offensively monotonous. On every point of vantage are pagodas -- stupid stalagmites of stagnant piety.

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

My observation of the Universe convinces me that there are beings of intelligence and power of a far higher quality than anything we can conceive of as human; that they are not necessarily based on the cerebral and nervous structures that we know, and that the one and only chance for mankind to advance as a whole is for individuals to make contact with such beings.

We must conquer life by living it to the full, and then we can go to meet death with a certain prestige.