Magick is the Art of Life itself.

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

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

I did not hate God or Christ, but merely the God and Christ of the people whom I hated.

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

Having to talk destroys the symphony of silence.

Science is always discovering odd scraps of magical wisdom and making a tremendous fuss about its cleverness.