It was the straying that found the path direct.

Darken your room, shut the door, empty your mind. You are still in great company.

The soul is the ancestral animals. The body is their knowledge.

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

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

In a universe that defies description, all systems of belief can only be false.

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.