It Is Necessary, In This World, To

I Can Imagine Myself On My Death-bed, Spent Utterly With Lust To Touch The Next World, Like A Boy Asking For His First Kiss From A Woman.

But Neither Europe Nor Africa Can Show Any Such Desolation As America. The Proudest, Stubbornest, Bitterest Peasant Of Deserted Spain, The Most Primitive And Superstitious Arab Of The Remotest Oases, Are A Little More Than Kin And Never Less Than Kind At Their Worst; Whereas In The United States One Is Almost Always Conscious Of An Instinctive Lack Of Sympathy And Understanding With Even The Most Charming And Cultured People.

I Believe In One Secret And Ineffable Lord; And In One Star In The Company Of Stars Of Whose Fire We Are Created, And To Which We Shall Return; And In One Father Of Life, Mystery Of Mystery, In His Name Chaos, The Sole Viceregent Of The Sun Upon The Earth; And In One Air The Nourisher Of All That Breathes. And I Believe In One Earth, The Mother Of Us All, And In One Womb Wherein All Men Are Begotten, And Wherein They Shall Rest, Mystery Of Mystery, In Her Name Babalon.

Chinese Civilisation Is So Systematic That Wild Animals Have Been Abolished On Principle.

The Priestess Of Artemis Took Hold Of Her Almost With The Violence Of A Lover, And Whisked Her Away Into A Languid Ecstasy Of Reverie. She Communicated Her Own Enthusiasm To The Girl, And Kept Her Mind Occupied With Dreams, Faery-fervid, Of Uncharted Seas Of Glory On Which Her Galleon Might Sail, Undiscovered Countries Of Spice And Sweetness, Eldorado And Utopia And The City Of God.