He Shall Fall Down Into A Pit

Don't Talk For Five Minutes, There's A Good Chap! I've A Strange Feeling Come Over Me--almost As If I Were Going To Think!

I Hardly Ever Talk- Words Seem Such A Waste, And They Are None Of Them True. No One Has Yet Invented A Language From My Point Of View.

I've Written This To Keep From Crying. But I Am Crying, Only The Tears Won't Come.

I Have Never Grown Out Of The Infantile Belief That The Universe Was Made For Me To Suck.

In This Book It Is Spoken Of The Sephiroth And The Paths; Of Spirits And Conjurations; Of Gods, Spheres, Planes, And Many Other Things Which May Or May Not Exist. It Is Immaterial Whether These Exist Or Not. By Doing Certain Things Certain Results Will Follow; Students Are Most Earnestly Warned Against Attributing Objective Reality Or Philosophic Validity To Any Of Them.