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

Must not understanding lie open unto wisdom as the pyramids lie open to the stars? (6:2)

If you examine the highest poetry in the light of common sense, you can only say that it is rubbish; and in actual fact you cannot so examine it at all, because there is something in poetry which is not in the words themselves, which is not in the images suggested by the words 'O windy star blown sideways up the sky!' True poetry is itself a magic spell which is a key to the ineffable.

The man who denounces life merely defines himself as the man who is unequal to it.

What is necessary is not to seek after some fantastic ideal, utterly unsuited to our real needs, but to discover the true nature of those needs, to fulfill them, and rejoice therein.

For pure will, unassuaged of purpose, delivered from the lust of result, is every way perfect.

To me a book is a message from the gods to mankind; or, if not, should never be published at all.