I cling unto the burning รthyr like Lucifer that fell through the Abyss, and by the fury of his flight kindled the air. And I am Belial, for having seen the Rose upon thy breast, I have denied God. And I am Satan! I am Satan! I am cast out upon a burning crag! And the sea boils about the desolation thereof. And already the vultures gather, and feast upon my flesh.
Aleister CrowleyWhen you have proved that God is merely a name for the sex instinct, it appears to me not far to the perception that the sex instinct is God.
Aleister CrowleyScience is always discovering odd scraps of magical wisdom and making a tremendous fuss about its cleverness.
Aleister Crowley