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

Love is the law, love under will.

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

The more necessary anything appears to my mind, the most certain it is that I only assert a limitation.

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

Modern morality and manners suppress all natural instincts, keep people ignorant of the facts of nature and make them fighting drunk on bogey tales.

Magic is real. And reality... it is magical.