In our solitariness... great depths are sometimes sounded. Truth hideth in company.

I am God, and all other gods are my imagery. I gave birth to myself. I am millions of forms excreating; eternal; and nothing exists except through me; yet I am not them they serve me.

And remember, you shall suffer all things and again suffer: until you have sufficient sufferance to accept all things.

Darken your room, shut the door, empty your mind. Yet you are still in great company - the Numen and your Genius with all their media, and your host of elementals and ghosts of your dead loves — are there! They need no light by which to see, no words to speak, no motive to enact except through your own purely formed desire.

In our solitariness... great depths are sometimes sounded. Truth hideth in company.

Anyone is capable of anything (will plus belief is ability) if they themselves create the opportune moment and incentive. Heaven gives no genius to disbelievers and no vengeance worse than the body denied.

Art is the instinctive application of the knowledge latent in the subconscious.