We create the world in which we live; if that world becomes unfit for human life, it is because we tire of our responsibility.

In my religion, there would be no exclusive doctrine; all would be love, poetry, and doubt.

It is significant comment on the victory of science over magic that were someone to say ‘if I put this pill in your beer it will explode,’ we might believe them; but were they to cry ‘if I pronounce this spell over your beer it will go flat,’ we should remain incredulous and Paracelsus, the Alchemists, Aleister Crowley and all the Magi have lived in vain. Yet when I read science I turn magical; when I study magic, scientific.

Our memories are card indexes consulted and then returned in disorder by authorities whom we do not control.

No education is worth having that does not teach the lesson of concentration on a task, however unattractive. These lessons, if not learnt early, will be learnt, if at all, with pain and grief in later life.

Slums may well be breeding grounds of crime, but middle class suburbs are incubators of apathy and delirium.

There are many who dare not kill themselves for fear of what the neighbours will say.