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.

Chinese civilisation is so systematic that wild animals have been abolished on principle.

The customer is usually wrong, but statistics indicate that it doesn't pay to tell him so

Unspeakable is the variety of form and immeasurable the diversity of beauty, but in all is the seal of unity.

The pious pretense that evil does not exist only makes it vague, enormous and menacing.

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

The greatest, like Rembrandt, paint a gallant, a hag, and a carcass with equal passion and rapture; they love the truth as it is. They do not admit that anything can be ugly or evil; its existence justifies itself. This is because they know themselves to be part of an harmonious unity; to disdain any item of it would be to blaspheme the whole. The Thelemite is able to revel in any experience soever; in each he recognizes the tokens of ultimate Truth. It is surely obvious, even intellectually, that all phenomena are interdependent, and therefore involve each other.