The highest art... sets down its creations and trusts in their magic, without fear of not being understood.

You are willing to die, you coward, but not to live.

To study history means submitting to chaos and nevertheless retaining faith in order and meaning.

A soul that is ruined in the bud will frequently return to the springtime of its beginning and its promise-filled childhood, as though it could discover new hopes there and retie the broken threads of life. The shoots grow rapidly and eagerly, but it is only a sham life that will never be a genuine tree.

Wisdom cannot be imparted. Wisdom that a wise man attempts to impart always sounds like foolishness to someone else.

The bird fights its way out of the egg. The egg is the world. Who would be born must first destroy a world. The bird flies to God. The God's name is Abraxas.

We create gods and struggle with them, and they bless us.