I've Written This To Keep From Crying.

I Cling Unto The Burning Æthyr Like Lucifer That Fell Through The Abyss, And By The Fury Of His Flight Kindled The Air. And I Am Belial, For Having Seen The Rose Upon Thy Breast, I Have Denied God. And I Am Satan! I Am Satan! I Am Cast Out Upon A Burning Crag! And The Sea Boils About The Desolation Thereof. And Already The Vultures Gather, And Feast Upon My Flesh.

Magick Is The Science Of Understanding Oneself And One's Conditions. It Is The Art Of Applying That Understanding In Action.

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.

Unspeakable Is The Variety Of Form And Immeasurable The Diversity Of Beauty, But In All Is The Seal Of Unity.

Science Is Always Discovering Odd Scraps Of Magical Wisdom And Making A Tremendous Fuss About Its Cleverness.