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.

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

The three heads of God were sundered from existence. Who shall say that this was accident? And likewise, who shall say that accidents be not but arabesques within some wider figure? Of this nothing is known.

Give me the death of my soul. Intoxicate me with self-love.

Only Art is Eternal Wisdom; what is not Art soon perishes. Art is the unconscious love of all things. ‘Learning’ will cease and Reality will become known when it comes to pass that every human being is an Artist.

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