Intolerance Is Evidence Of Impotence.

The Greatest, Like Rembrandt, Paint A Gallant, A Hag, And A Carcass With Equal Passion And Rapture; They Love The Truth As It Is. They Do Not Admit That Anything Can Be Ugly Or Evil; Its Existence Justifies Itself. This Is Because They Know Themselves To Be Part Of An Harmonious Unity; To Disdain Any Item Of It Would Be To Blaspheme The Whole. The Thelemite Is Able To Revel In Any Experience Soever; In Each He Recognizes The Tokens Of Ultimate Truth. It Is Surely Obvious, Even Intellectually, That All Phenomena Are Interdependent, And Therefore Involve Each Other.

Modern Morality And Manners Suppress All Natural Instincts, Keep People Ignorant Of The Facts Of Nature And Make Them Fighting Drunk On Bogey Tales.

In The Absence Of Willpower The Most Complete Collection Of Virtues And Talents Is Wholly Worthless.

There Is Only One Really Safe, Mild, Harmless Beverage And You Can Drink As Much Of That As You Like Without Running The Slightest Risk, And What You Say When You Want It Is, 'garcon! Un Pernod!'

People Think That Talking Is A Sign Of Thinking. It Isn't, For The Most Part' On The Contrary, It's A Mechanical Dodge Of The Body To Relieve Oneself Of The Strain Of Thinking, Just As Exercising The Muscles Helps The Body To Become Temporarily Unconscious Of Its Weight, Its Pain, Its Weariness, And The Foreknowledge Of Its Doom.